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

it’s a beautiful day…” My Master stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going

is indeed a lovely day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only get in cold winter

Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the

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

give me five minutes, just while Cara drops

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 daughter

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up from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes. “You’re wearing plenty of

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

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

slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s

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

“Great idea.”

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no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying

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

to the

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

kick heels at Charlie, and she

he thunders up, first closing behind me, then alongside, snorting 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

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 you smiling properly at

and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from

the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along

the bridle path that will take

I want

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