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…

I order another

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Charlotte

he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going

a crisp snap to the air. And

daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying,

Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking

you give me five minutes,

face might seem impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden smile

*****

“All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes. “You’re wearing plenty of layers?

a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom

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

his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward,

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

“Great idea.”

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magical: just me and my wonderful Master, riding together as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing between

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

the end of

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

lost to the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer

and almost immediately, he thunders up, first closing behind me, then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to

pulls Oliver to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are

the 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

is.” He reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind me, and lets the gate

path that will take us to the trail

something I want to

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