Hot Revenge Box Set 4

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

*****

Charlotte

beautiful day…” My Master stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses

with a crisp snap to the air. And

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

an eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to mine.

minutes, just while Cara

impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his eyes. Our daughter burbles a

*****

ready for you.” Straightening up, he

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

Charlie, locking his hands into a

shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re

through the yard, he says, “I thought we might take the path through the top field then loop back for

“Great idea.”

*****

riding together as though 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 walk and a trot, everything about him says

needs to run,” says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do.

to the end of

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

Charlie, and she moves

seconds do 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

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

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 be alive,

gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind me, and lets the gate swing

follow the bridle path that will take us to the trail

I want to