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

*****

 

Charlotte

My Master stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a

lovely day, with a crisp snap to the air. And

use the exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the

Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to

five minutes, just while

steps to bring him close to me, then reaches 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

*****

glances up from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes. “You’re

woollens, a

locking his hands

neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward, but he settles long enough

he says, “I thought we might take the path

“Great idea.”

*****

Master, riding together as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait

eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve

the end of

the fence. No jumping. That gate is too

wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and

as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another burst of speed and as we reach the end of the field, Charlie and Oliver, mother and

and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my

stretching down the mountain, the lake glittering at the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their

of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind

that will take us to

I want

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