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

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Charlotte

boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m

crisp snap to the air. And

look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with unformed muscles,

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

me five minutes, just while Cara drops

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

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

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

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

up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm

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

“Great idea.”

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were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the

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

to the

fence. No jumping. That gate is

Charlie, and she moves from

then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another

He pulls Oliver to a standstill and I 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 smiling properly

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

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

will take

something I want to

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