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…

order another

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Charlotte

the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going

to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only get

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

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

five minutes, just

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

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glances up from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs

neck of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal

stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into

snorting, 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 forward,

the yard, he says, “I thought we might take

“Great idea.”

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firm with the cold and Oliver is

my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They

you to the end

“Only to the fence. No jumping. That gate

I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to

than Charlie and almost immediately, he thunders up, first closing behind me, then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to

do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you

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

He reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me

path that will take us to the trail through the

I want to ask

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