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

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Charlotte

he uses for

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

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

an eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to mine. “She’ll probably sleep

you give me five minutes, just while

a long finger, stroking Cara’s cheek. His face might seem impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his eyes. Our daughter burbles a bit but doesn’t seem to mind. “Take all the time you need,” he says. “I’ll be with the

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my Master glances up from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes. “You’re wearing plenty of layers?

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

his hands

hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward, but he settles long

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

“Great idea.”

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with the cold and Oliver is

also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve

the

“Only to the fence. No jumping.

at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop

steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away,

like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My

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, isn’t

He reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind me,

that will take us to the

there’s something I want

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