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

the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater…

And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only

my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her

smiles from her rocking chair next

minutes,

close 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 his eyes. Our daughter burbles a bit but doesn’t seem to mind. “Take all

*****

Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me

tug down the neck of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom insisted I

then he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into a cup.

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 my Master to mount. “Walk

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

“Great idea.”

*****

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

also performing, jarring under

the

the fence.

the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer

as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another

panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are

the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie

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

bridle path that will take us to the

I want to

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