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

wearing the jeans and boots he uses

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

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

keep an eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to mine.

five minutes, just while

seem impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his eyes. Our daughter burbles a bit but

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Master glances up from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up,

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

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

is stamping and snorting, eager to be off. My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh…

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

“Great idea.”

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the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head

also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve

the end

raises a finger. “Only to the fence. No jumping. That gate

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

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

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.

air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils.

is.” He reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver

follow the bridle path that will take us to the trail

I want to ask

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