“I know. I don’t want you to be alone.” He turned Jocko and gave him a kick. “Give me a five-minute start. I’ll meet you at the gate.”

She stood looking after him for a few moments and then turned and headed for the Range Rover.

“Everything okay?” Rodland asked as she got in the car. “He didn’t give you a hard time?”

“No, everything’s not okay.” She might still have problems with Caleb’s protective instinct, yet that wasn’t all bad. That moment when he’d reached out and told her he wanted to be with her at those burned-out gates had magically soothed and eased the pain she knew was coming. “But some things are a lot better than others.”

*  *  *

MacDuff’s Run

Caleb jumped off Jocko and was opening her car door as they pulled up at the gates. “I called MacDuff and I told him we’d meet him at his library. He’s busy with the local insurance adjustors down at the boat docks. There was some damage down there, too.”

Jane flinched as she gazed at the broken, blackened gates. “It makes me sick to see all this senseless destruction. Sick and angry.”

“Be angry, not sick,” Caleb said. “Anger translates to action, and we’ll have use for action very soon.” He turned to Rodland, who had come to stand beside them. “I assume you’ve seen more than enough of Bohdan’s work the last time you were here. Will you take Jocko back to the main stables and then come back and see what you can do to help MacDuff?”

“Sure, just what I had in mind,” he said flippantly. “You know how I adore dealing with horses. And MacDuff has had a soft spot for me since I showed up here to meddle in his business.” He waved his hand. “No problem. I’ll take care of it.” He went over to Jocko’s saddle and took Jane’s art case from the pommel. “But you might need this.” He came back and handed it to her. “You said you had some reading to do.” He took the horse’s reins and turned away. “And now I’ll see if I can find one of MacDuff’s grooms who I can con into taking this fine animal to that stable for me. I’m certain Jocko would be much happier with him.” A moment later she saw him strolling toward a group of workers near the fountain.

She turned back to Caleb. “Okay, I’ve braced myself. Take me for the grand tour.” She gazed at the destruction of what had been the beautiful front door. “But you did say that none of the paintings were stolen or damaged.”