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

and boots he uses for riding, and a thick

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

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

an eye on Cara.” My Mom smiles from

minutes, just while

might seem impassive to any that didn’t know him, but I see the hidden smile behind his eyes.

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you.” Straightening up,

pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom

his hands into

on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck.

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

“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

also performing, jarring under me.

the

fence. No jumping. That gate is too

Charlie, and she moves from

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

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

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

latch to let me through,

the bridle path that will take

there’s something I want to

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