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 another

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Charlotte

a beautiful day…” My Master stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going to take Oliver

crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is

look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot,

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

five minutes, just

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 hidden smile behind

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

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

by Charlie, locking his hands into a cup.

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 my Master to

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

“Great idea.”

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the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing between a walk and a trot, everything about

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

you to the end of

a finger. “Only to the fence. No jumping. That gate

the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves

snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another burst of speed and as we reach

pulls Oliver to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood

the field, 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

arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along

the bridle path that will take

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