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

Master stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going

snap to the air. And

down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the

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

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

*****

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

a cotton top and a

hands into

hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward, but

might take the path through the top field then loop back

“Great idea.”

*****

wonderful Master, riding together as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing

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

you to the end

fence. No jumping. That gate is

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

as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another

I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you

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

out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let

take

there’s something I want to ask

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