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

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Charlotte

jeans and boots he uses for riding,

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

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

from her rocking

five minutes, just

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

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

“Two woollens, a cotton top and

Charlie, locking his hands into a

My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going now.”

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

“Great idea.”

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

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

to the end of

the fence. No jumping. That gate is too

to the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and

ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie jolts under me with another burst of speed and as we reach the end of the field, Charlie and Oliver, mother

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

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. Sometimes, it’s just good to be alive, isn’t

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

take us to the trail

something I want to

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