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

My Master stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and

day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear

my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying,

Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to mine. “She’ll

you give me five minutes,

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 seem

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

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

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

My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s

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

“Great idea.”

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else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his

says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve

you to the end of the

to the fence.

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

her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another burst

pulls Oliver to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting,

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,

to

path that will take us to the trail

something I want to ask

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