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

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Charlotte

the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater…

a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is

I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with unformed muscles, to reach

from her rocking chair next to mine. “She’ll probably sleep

five minutes, just while Cara drops

Master takes the few steps 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 bit but doesn’t seem to mind. “Take all the time you need,” he

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stable, my Master glances up from where he is checking Charlie’s girth. “All ready for you.” Straightening

a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom insisted I put

by Charlie, locking his hands into a cup. “C’mon, I’ll

up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.” Oliver’s ears flick forward, but he settles long enough for

thought we might take the path

“Great idea.”

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ground is firm with the

run,” says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both

to the end of the

finger. “Only to the fence. No jumping.

his final words are lost to the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves

behind me, then alongside, snorting steam as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another

a standstill and I do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my blood racing. My Master’s eyes are soft. “It’s good to see you smiling properly

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 be

gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind me,

that will take us to the trail

there’s something I want to ask

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