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 another

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Charlotte

jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going to take Oliver

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

at

keep an eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to mine. “She’ll

me five minutes,

face might seem impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his

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Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs

my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom insisted I put

Charlie, locking his hands

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 forward, but he settles long enough for my Master to mount. “Walk

we make our way through the yard, he says, “I thought we might take the path through the top field then loop back for the

“Great idea.”

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firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to

to run,” says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve

to the

“Only to the fence. No jumping.

lost to the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to

behind me, then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins

same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood

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

latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind

the bridle path that will take us to the

there’s something I

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