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

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

is indeed a lovely day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only get

And Charlie could use the exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at

from her rocking chair next to mine.

give me five minutes, just while Cara

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

*****

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

a cotton top and a thermal

stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into

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

we might take the path

“Great idea.”

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ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait

also performing, jarring under me. “They both do.

the

the fence. No jumping. That gate is too

wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she

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 son, my Master and I, are neck and

I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My

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

to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind

the bridle path that will take us to the

there’s something I

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