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 another

*****

 

Charlotte

boots he uses for riding, and

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

Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her

an eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from

minutes, just while

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

*****

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

“Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal

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

on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward,

we might take the path through the top field then loop back

“Great idea.”

*****

just me and my wonderful Master, riding together as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and

Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do.

the

raises a finger. “Only to the fence.

I kick heels at Charlie, and she

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

a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes

frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from

gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind

path that will take us to

something I want to ask

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