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

nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit

a lovely day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only get

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

Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to

me five minutes, just while Cara drops

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 a bit but doesn’t seem to mind.

*****

girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over

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

his hands into a cup.

and snorting, eager to 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

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

“Great idea.”

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The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head

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

you to the end

a finger. “Only to the fence. No jumping. That gate

and she moves from trot to canter

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

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 properly at

fresh. Oliver and Charlie

the gate latch to

will take us to the trail through the

something I

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