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 for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater…

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

could use the exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with unformed muscles, to reach for a

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

give me five minutes, just

know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his eyes. Our daughter burbles a bit but doesn’t seem to

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the stable, my Master glances up from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his

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

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

slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward, but he settles long

“I thought we might take the path through the top field then loop back for the trail through the

“Great idea.”

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with the cold and Oliver

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

to the end of

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

at Charlie, and she moves from trot to

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, Charlie and Oliver, mother and son, my Master and

Oliver to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting,

great.” I scan the 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

gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver

the bridle path that will take us to the trail through

there’s something I