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

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Charlotte

and boots he uses for riding, and a thick

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

at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with unformed muscles, to reach for a glitter-pink

smiles from her rocking chair

minutes, just while Cara

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

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

a cotton top

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

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

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

“Great idea.”

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as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and

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

to the end of

“Only to the fence. No jumping. That gate is

heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer hoofbeats than

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

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

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

it is.” He reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along

take us

I want to ask

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