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

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Charlotte

the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going to take Oliver

with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that

at

eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to mine. “She’ll

give me five minutes, just

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 the time you need,” he says. “I’ll

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

roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest

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

up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s

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

“Great idea.”

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

Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They

you to the end

finger. “Only to the fence. No jumping.

as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter

powerful, 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 of speed and as we reach the end of the field, Charlie and Oliver, mother and

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

mountain, the lake glittering at the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and

He reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind me,

follow the bridle path that will take

something I

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