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

by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater…

crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant

at the

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

give me five minutes, just while Cara drops

to bring him close to me, then reaches down with 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

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ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes. “You’re

woollens, a cotton top and

Charlie, locking his hands into

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.”

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

“Great idea.”

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the cold and Oliver is

jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve burned off some

to the

to the fence. No jumping. That gate is too

to the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from

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

a 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

and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from

out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver

the bridle path that will take us to the

there’s something I want to

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