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

boots he uses for

lovely day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only get

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

eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair

you give me five minutes, just while Cara

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

*****

“All ready for you.” Straightening up, he runs over

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

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

on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh…

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

“Great idea.”

*****

The ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit.

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

to the end of

the fence. No jumping. That

kick heels at Charlie, and she

behind me, then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away,

He pulls Oliver to a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood

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

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

take us to the

something I want to ask

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