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

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

tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in

from her rocking

me five minutes, just

impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden

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

“Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom

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

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 to mount.

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

“Great idea.”

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ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying

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

you to the end

the fence. No jumping. That

wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she

Oliver is larger and heavier, 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 away, Charlie jolts under me with another burst of

pulls Oliver to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you smiling

I scan the 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 so good to be able to move again properly. Sometimes,

gate latch to let

bridle path that will take us to the trail through the

I

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