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

*****

 

Charlotte

and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going

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

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

eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to mine. “She’ll

me five minutes, just

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

*****

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

a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom insisted

then he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into

My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward, but he settles long enough for

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

“Great idea.”

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the cold and Oliver is trying to

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

the end of

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

Charlie, and

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

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

frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from

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

that will take us to the trail through the

something I want

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