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

stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and

to the air. And the sunshine is that

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

smiles from her

minutes,

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

*****

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

roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top

locking his hands into a cup.

stamping and snorting, eager to be off. My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down.

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

“Great idea.”

*****

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

Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me.

you to the end

to the fence. No

at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter

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

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

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, it’s just good

lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind me, and lets the

path that will take us to the

I want to

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