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

stands by 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.

day, with a crisp snap to the air. And the sunshine is that

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 glitter-pink

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

you give me five minutes, just

to any that didn’t know him, but

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for you.” Straightening

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

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

on the shoulder then runs a hand up his neck. “Shhhh… Calm down. We’re going

our way through the yard, he says, “I thought we might take the path through the top field then loop

“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 the bit. Head tossing, his gait dancing between a

performing, jarring under me. “They both do. They’ll settle after they’ve burned

to the end of the

fence. No jumping. That gate

kick heels at Charlie, and she moves from trot to canter

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 and son, my Master and I, are

do the same. I’m grinning like a maniac, panting, my

and fresh. Oliver and Charlie blow blue from their nostrils. “It’s so good to be able to move

arm of the gate latch to let me through, clucks Oliver

bridle path that will take

something I want to ask

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