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

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

to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only get in cold

could use the exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above

eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next

five minutes,

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

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ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his

woollens, a cotton top and

Charlie, locking his hands into a cup. “C’mon, I’ll give you a leg

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

the yard, he says, “I thought we might take the

“Great idea.”

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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,

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

you to the end

to the fence. No jumping. That gate is too

as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves

first closing behind me, then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away,

to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft.

stretching down the mountain, the lake glittering at the 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 good to be

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

bridle path that will take us to the trail through the

there’s something I want to ask

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