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…

I order another

*****

 

Charlotte

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

air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white

my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with unformed muscles,

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

you give me five minutes,

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

*****

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

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

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

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

“Great idea.”

*****

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 to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing between a walk

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

the end

the fence. No jumping. That gate is too

the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in

pulls ahead. But as her son begins

I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my

frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s

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

will take us to the

I want to ask

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255