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

wearing the jeans and boots he

snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white

down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating

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

give me five minutes, just while

bring him 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

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ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over

a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom insisted

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

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

thought we might take the path through the top field

“Great idea.”

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though 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, his gait dancing between

eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve burned off

the end

“Only to the fence. No

final words are lost to the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in

closing behind me, then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son

like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you smiling properly

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

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

take us to

there’s something I want to

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