“Definitely,” she said. “He told me so, and Caleb never lies to me. But you’re right, too, it can mean many things.” She walked over to the fire and took the cup of coffee Rodland was extending toward her. “Caleb said that he asked you to call MacDuff today and find out if he’d gotten any information from our sniper, Nojer, after they’d picked him up at his camp and taken him back to the Run.”

“Not much.” He grinned. “But MacDuff told me to compliment you on such a fine shot. It wasn’t necessary for him to rush Nojer immediately to a hospital, so he was able to squeeze a few things out of him. Since MacDuff was furious about the damage done to the Run, he wasn’t gentle or patient about getting what he needed from him. Bohdan ordered but wasn’t part of the attack. It was launched from two yachts offshore, but they were planning on abandoning them and going into hiding immediately afterward.” He paused. “Providing neither you nor Caleb had been killed or captured at the castle. Since Nojer could only speak for his assignment of taking you hostage, he was disappointed when you showed up at his camp.”

“No location?” Caleb asked.

Rodland shook his head. “Nojer was only a sniper, and his job was to infiltrate the outlying grounds and try to kidnap Jane if the opportunity presented itself. Even that changed when Bohdan went into a rage after Caleb blew up one of his assets. He changed the kidnapping to a kill order. Nojer didn’t have direct access to Bohdan or Chiswick. He did know that other units would be sent to help him if he wasn’t successful. Other than that, all he knew was general gossip.”

“Anything else?” Caleb asked.

He hesitated. “Kilgoray.” He glanced at Jane. “A unit from the yacht was sent there on an exploratory fact-finding mission a few nights ago. As far as Nojer knew, it was unsuccessful.”

Caleb stiffened and turned on Jane. “Kilgoray? I’ve been wondering about that. I think we need to talk about it.”

So did Jane. But at the moment she was in shock. The fact that Bohdan had known that she and Rodland were at Kilgoray that night stunned her. “Perhaps, let me think about it.” She reached out, grabbing for something, anything. “Nojer said it was unsuccessful anyway.”

“Jane, this is Bohdan.” Caleb’s lips tightened. “What the hell were you—”

“I said, let me think about it,” she interrupted. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t talk about it. Just give me a little time.” She turned back to Rodland. “Anything else?”

He nodded. “He said Chiswick tortured and murdered a woman on the yacht a couple of days before that. They sank her body off the coast near the Scottish border.”

“Felicia,” Jane said numbly. “It had to be Felicia.”