Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 9

The coffee strong and fragrant, washes away my doubts and clears my thinking, although granted, it leaves me with my problem.

How to find Juliana?

And what is the significance of the invoice addresses?

I let my mind freewheel, caffeine lubricating the gears.

What's the connection?

?

?

Back to basics...

Finchby’s invoices...

Taken from his own files…

Supply addresses from legitimate businesses…

… Listing women, children… Human cargo.

???

That can't possibly be what went through the customs checks...

Duplicate documents then?

Same references. Same monetary values. Different cargo.

That would seem logical: A parallel accounting system: one for the outside world, one for private records.

Yes, that works. Any competent criminal could make that work. And doubtless, with the money involved, they’d have accountants and bookkeepers… Perhaps even customs officers and tax inspectors on the payroll.

But none of that gives me the connection to Antonio’s bar or any of the others.

Why here?

Frustrated, mind spiralling inward…

Damn the coffee…

I order

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Charlotte

Master stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses

lovely day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white

exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying,

My Mom smiles from her

give me five minutes, just while Cara

down with a long finger, stroking Cara’s cheek. His face might seem impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his eyes. Our daughter burbles a bit but doesn’t seem to mind. “Take all the time you need,” he says. “I’ll be with the horses, saddling

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you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes. “You’re

“Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal

stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into a cup. “C’mon, I’ll give you a

eager to be off. My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick

our way through the yard, he says, “I thought we might take the

“Great idea.”

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the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing

run,” says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do.

the end

to the fence. No

are lost to the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer hoofbeats than I can

immediately, he thunders up, first closing behind me, then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another burst of speed and

panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you smiling properly at

fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so good to be able to move again properly. Sometimes, it’s just good to

gate latch to

bridle path that will take us to

something I want to ask

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