Hot Revenge Box Set 4

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

the jeans and boots he uses

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

blinking at the mobile rotating above her

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

me five minutes, just while Cara

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 behind his eyes. Our daughter burbles a bit but doesn’t

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

roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top and

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

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

thought we might take the path through the

“Great idea.”

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with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing between

eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle

the end of the

the fence. No

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

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 as we reach the end of the field, Charlie and Oliver,

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

was great.” I scan the field, stretching down the mountain, the lake glittering at the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so good to be able to move again properly. Sometimes, it’s just good to

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

path that will take us to the

I want to