“We won’t talk about it right now. I’m still raw.” She needed to change the subject. She’d thought she was ready, but she was being bombarded by emotion. She quickly glanced around the huge bedroom. “MacDuff gave you one of the grand chambers. But I like my own room better.”

“So do I.” He smiled. “It’s much better furnished and equipped.”

“I hope Rodland thought it was comfortable,” she said dryly. “Being there made him very uneasy. You owe him, Caleb.”

“I think so, too.” His smile faded. “But I couldn’t stand the thought of you waking and believing I’d just left you alone. I knew you’d guess I’d gotten the call from Palik.” There was a knock on the door. “Dinner? Did you order enough for two?”

She shook her head. “I wasn’t hungry. MacDuff had them bring me sandwiches with tea. He was being very laird of the castle.” While he answered the door she went over to the window and looked out at the sea. “Why did you talk to Palik so many times today?”

“I’d given him orders and I wanted to make sure if he’d been able to follow through with it.” Then he was speaking to the housekeeper. “That will be fine, Mrs. Gordon. I’m sure it will be excellent as usual.”

Jane turned to see him walk with the housekeeper to the door and give her that warm smile before he shut the door. “Nice woman.” He turned back to Jane. “Salad and steak. And if you won’t change your mind about dinner, she brought a thermos with enough tea to last us for a few hours while we talk about Palik’s search for the perfect Judas.”

She went still. “Judas?”

“Well, that sniper, Nojer, wasn’t close enough to Bohdan to be useful to us. Bohdan evidently has a fondness for traps like the one he tried to set for me today. I can’t tell you how pissed off I was when his men showed up after I found poor Campbell’s body.” His lips twisted. “So I thought we’d work out a trap of our own to turn the tables on him. I told Palik to find someone under Bohdan’s command who might be close enough to manipulate him. And who would be smart and crooked enough to do it right.”

She was fascinated. “How?”

“That’s what we’ll have to figure out. It will no doubt start with a con. From there the stakes are wide open.”

“A con.” She tilted her head. “That’s not usually your thing, is it?”

“It depends. I’ve done a few with MI6. I have certain capabilities that make me believable.”

She nodded ruefully. “I imagine you have. But will your Judas have them?”