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

the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick

with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white

blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying,

Mom smiles from her rocking chair next

me five minutes, just

face might seem impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden smile behind

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“All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes. “You’re wearing plenty of layers? It’s

of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom insisted

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

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

says, “I thought we might take the path through the top field then

“Great idea.”

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the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver

jarring under me. “They both

the end

raises a finger. “Only to the fence. No

at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to

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

grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to

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, it’s just good to

reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through,

bridle path that will take us to the

there’s something I want to

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