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

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Charlotte

the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m

And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white

to my tiny daughter, blinking at

eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to

me five minutes,

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

*****

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

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

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

to be off. My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward, but he settles long

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

“Great idea.”

*****

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

says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle

to the end of

finger. “Only to the fence. No jumping.

Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer hoofbeats than I

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

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

at the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so good to be able to

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

take us to the trail

I want to ask

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