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

nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going to take Oliver out. Want

day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear

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

Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair

give me five minutes,

Cara’s cheek. His face might seem impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden smile

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girth. “All ready for you.”

down the neck of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom insisted I put

lips twitch, then he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into

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 enough for my Master to mount. “Walk

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

“Great idea.”

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my wonderful Master, riding together as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold

then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under

you to the end

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

heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer hoofbeats

then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her

standstill 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

the field, stretching down the mountain, the lake glittering at the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie

lifting the long arm of the gate latch to

take us to the

there’s something I want to ask

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