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

he uses for riding,

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

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

keep an eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking

five minutes,

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

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stable, my Master glances 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

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

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

My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re

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

“Great idea.”

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is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying

my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both

you to the end of the

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

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

the lead. Oliver is larger 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, 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 and I, are neck

and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood

I scan the field, stretching down the mountain, the lake glittering at the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils.

of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind me, and lets

follow the bridle path that will take us to the trail

there’s something I want to

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