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

jeans and boots he uses

with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you

blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with unformed

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

five minutes, just

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 time you need,”

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

“Two woollens, a cotton

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

neck. “Shhhh… Calm

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

“Great idea.”

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though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the

says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve burned off

you to the end

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

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

steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another burst of speed

I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you smiling

was great.” 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. “It’s so good to be able to move again properly. Sometimes, it’s just good

it is.” He reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me

follow the bridle path that will take us to the trail through the

I want to

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