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

*****

 

Charlotte

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

a crisp snap to the air. And

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

from her rocking chair next to mine. “She’ll probably sleep

you give me five minutes, just while Cara

impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his eyes.

*****

Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes. “You’re wearing plenty of layers? It’s

a cotton top

his hands into a cup. “C’mon, I’ll give you a

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

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

“Great idea.”

*****

world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head

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

the end of the

a finger. “Only to the fence. No jumping.

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

I have the lead. 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 speed

and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are

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

out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind

the bridle path that will take

something I want to

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