Hot Revenge Box Set 4

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

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

air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only

the exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with unformed muscles, to reach for a

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

give me five minutes,

course I can.” My Master takes the few steps to 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 see the hidden smile behind his eyes. Our daughter burbles a bit but doesn’t seem to mind. “Take all

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ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with

the neck of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton

his hands into a cup.

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 for my Master

yard, he says, “I thought we might take the path through the top field then loop back for the trail through

“Great idea.”

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world. The ground is firm with the

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

the end of

“Only to the fence. No jumping. That gate is

wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer hoofbeats than I can

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

pulls Oliver to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my

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

the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind me, and

will take us to the trail through the

I want to ask