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 another

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Charlotte

nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he

And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only get in cold

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

Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to

me five minutes, just while

know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his eyes. Our daughter

*****

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?

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

then he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into a cup. “C’mon, I’ll

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.” Oliver’s ears flick forward, but he settles long enough for my Master to mount. “Walk

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

“Great idea.”

*****

The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing between a walk and a trot, everything about him says

also performing, jarring under me. “They both

the end

to the fence. No

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

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 to draw away,

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

and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so

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

follow the bridle path that will take

I want to

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