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

and boots he

air. And the sunshine is that brilliant clear white you only get in cold

use the exercise. Um…” I look down to my tiny daughter, blinking at the mobile rotating above her in the cot, trying, with unformed muscles, to reach for a

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

five minutes, just while Cara drops

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.

*****

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

tug down the neck of my roll-top pullover. “Two woollens, a cotton top

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

on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm

we might take the path through the top field then loop back for the trail through the

“Great idea.”

*****

ground is firm with the cold and Oliver is trying to take the bit. Head tossing,

my Master, then eyes Charlie, also performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve burned off

you to the end

to the fence. No jumping. That gate is too

kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter to gallop in fewer hoofbeats than I

as he pulls ahead. But as her son begins to draw away, Charlie

He pulls 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 properly

bottom, the air frigid and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so good to

He reaches out, lifting the long arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver along behind

path that will take us to the trail

I want to ask

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