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

the jeans and boots he

snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only

could use the exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her

Mom smiles from

me five minutes,

cheek. His face might seem impassive to any that didn’t know

*****

checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with

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

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

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

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

“Great idea.”

*****

with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the

eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle

the end

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

as I kick heels at Charlie, and she

I have the lead. 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,

panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes

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

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

the bridle path that will take us to

something I want to

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