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

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Charlotte

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

air. And the sunshine is that

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

Mom smiles from her

five minutes, just while Cara

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

*****

he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All 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

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

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

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

“Great idea.”

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there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying

jarring under me. “They

to the

finger. “Only to the fence. No jumping.

and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer hoofbeats than I can

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, mother and son, my Master

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 at

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

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

the bridle path that will take us to the trail

something I want

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