Hot Revenge Box Set 4

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

*****

Charlotte

the nursery door, wearing the jeans and boots he uses for riding, and a thick cable-knit sweater… “…I’m going to take Oliver out.

to the air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only

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

Cara.” My Mom smiles from her rocking chair next to

minutes, just while Cara drops

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 says. “I’ll be with the

*****

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

woollens, a cotton top and a thermal vest Mom insisted I

by Charlie, locking his hands into a cup.

snorting, eager to be off. My Master slaps him on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh…

says, “I thought we might take the path through the top

“Great idea.”

*****

wonderful Master, riding together as though there were no-one else in the world. The ground is firm with the

run,” says my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring

the end of

finger. “Only to the fence. No jumping. That

are lost to the wind as I kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to

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 reach the end of

Oliver to 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

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

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

will take us to the trail

something I want to