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

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

And Charlie could use the exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with unformed

smiles from her rocking

minutes,

that didn’t know

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for you.” Straightening up, he runs over me with his eyes. “You’re wearing plenty of layers? It’s

woollens, a

lips twitch, then he stoops by Charlie, locking his hands into a cup. “C’mon, I’ll give you

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

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

“Great idea.”

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

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

you to the end of the

fence. No jumping.

wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves

is larger and heavier, more powerful, than Charlie and almost immediately, he thunders up, first closing behind me, then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another burst of speed and as we

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

the mountain, the lake glittering at the bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie

the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along

the bridle path that will take us to the trail

I

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