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

wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going to

day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the

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

from her

give me five minutes,

Cara’s cheek. His face might seem impassive to any that didn’t know him, but

*****

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

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

twitch, then he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into a cup. “C’mon,

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.”

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

“Great idea.”

*****

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

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

to the end

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

wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop

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

maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you

and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so good to be

is.” He reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let

follow the bridle path that will take us to

something I want to ask

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255