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

and boots he uses

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

use the exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her

Mom smiles from her rocking chair next

give me five minutes, just while Cara drops

to 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

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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 layers? It’s cold out

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

Charlie, locking his hands into a cup.

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 ears

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

“Great idea.”

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is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the

Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve

the

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

I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot

he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw

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

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 to

He reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through,

bridle path that will take

there’s something I want

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