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

*****

 

Charlotte

day…” My Master stands by the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses

air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you

I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with unformed muscles, to reach for a

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

minutes, just while Cara drops

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 daughter burbles a bit but doesn’t seem to mind. “Take all the

*****

“All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with

“Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom

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

stamping and 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

says, “I thought we might take the path

“Great idea.”

*****

firm with the cold

Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me.

you to the end of the

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

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

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, Charlie jolts under me with another burst of speed and as we reach the end of the field, Charlie and Oliver, mother and son, my Master

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

the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue

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

take us to the trail through the

something I want

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