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

*****

 

Charlotte

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

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

I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above

Mom smiles from her rocking

me five minutes, just while Cara

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

*****

Master glances up from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes. “You’re wearing plenty

down the neck of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton

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

the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re

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

“Great idea.”

*****

in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing between a walk and a trot,

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

to the end of

a finger. “Only to the fence. No

to the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and

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

panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you smiling

and Charlie blow blue

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

take us

there’s something I want

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