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…

order

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Charlotte

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

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

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

My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next

me five minutes, just while

to 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 seem to mind. “Take all the time you need,” he says.

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

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

then he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands

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

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

“Great idea.”

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were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the

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

to the

“Only to the fence. No jumping. That

the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she

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 as we reach the end of the field, Charlie

Oliver to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My

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

latch to let me through,

will take

there’s something I want