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

*****

 

Charlotte

stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going to take Oliver out.

air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear

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

eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her

you give me five minutes, just

can.” My Master takes the few 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

*****

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

tug down the neck of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top

stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into a

My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck.

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

“Great idea.”

*****

just me and my wonderful 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 dancing between a walk and a trot, everything

performing, jarring

the end of

fence.

are lost to the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she

Oliver is larger and heavier, more powerful, 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 draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another burst of

panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to

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

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

will take us to the trail through

something I want to ask

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255