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

the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a

to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white

look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her

My Mom smiles from her rocking chair

five minutes, just while Cara

to any that didn’t know him, but I see the

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

pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top

he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into a cup.

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 ears

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

“Great idea.”

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wonderful Master, riding together as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take

run,” 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

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

the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer hoofbeats

pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts

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

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.

lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me

will take

I

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