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 another

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Charlotte

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

day, with a crisp snap to the air. And

blinking at the mobile rotating above her in

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

minutes, just while Cara drops

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 be with the

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the stable, my Master glances up from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over

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

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

snorting, eager 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 enough

thought we might take the path

“Great idea.”

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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 a walk

says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under

to the

finger. “Only to the fence. No

kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from

more 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

maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s

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

gate latch to let me through,

that will take us to the trail through the

there’s something I want to

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