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

*****

 

Charlotte

My Master stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m

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

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

from her rocking chair next to mine. “She’ll probably

you give me five minutes, just while Cara drops

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

*****

is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up,

a cotton top

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

then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward,

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

“Great idea.”

*****

The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing between

Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They

you to the end of

the fence.

and she moves from trot

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

He pulls Oliver to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are

Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their

latch to let

bridle path that will take

I want

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