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

by the 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 the air. And

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

Cara.” My Mom smiles from her

minutes,

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

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

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

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

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

make our way through the yard, he says, “I thought we might take the path through the

“Great idea.”

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me and my wonderful Master, riding together as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying

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

the

to the fence.

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

her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another burst

a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes

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

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

take us to the trail through the

there’s something I want to

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