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

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

a lovely day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is

daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating

Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to mine. “She’ll

five minutes, just while

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 the time you need,” he says. “I’ll be with the horses, saddling

*****

Master glances up from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes.

“Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest

twitch, then he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands

neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going

might take the path through the top field then loop back for the

“Great idea.”

*****

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

then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both

you to the end

“Only to the fence. No jumping. That gate

words are lost to the 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 speed and as we reach the end of the field, Charlie and Oliver, mother and

grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood

lake glittering at the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s

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

path that will take us to the trail through

there’s something I want

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