“If we choose correctly. A dash of pure chicanery, a tempting story that will intrigue Bohdan, and a trap with very sharp teeth.”

She was studying his expression. “It’s not only the trap that has sharp teeth. You’re very angry.”

“You bet I am,” he said softly. “I’ve debts to pay. MacDuff and his people. Those MI6 agents.” His eyes were glittering in his taut face. “Your friend Felicity. Dr. Campbell.” There was a touch of recklessness in his voice as he added, “And you. Maybe you most of all. Because it’s all tied up with you and I couldn’t seem to do anything about it. I might be to blame for some of it, but in the end I’ll be glad to hang most of it on Bohdan and strangle him with it.”

“Quite a list,” she said grimly. “You’re wrong, in the end all of it is Bohdan. That being true I think we should get to work on finding that Judas. How do we go about it?”

“It’s in the works. Palik has been assessing Bohdan’s men’s military personnel records. He’ll choose the ones he thinks we’ll be interested in and text us the files to examine.”

“When?”

He smiled. “Is tonight too soon?”

“No.” She glanced at his shoulder. “Not for me. But maybe for you. I could go through them by myself.”

He shook his head. “Debts to pay,” he repeated.

“We’ll talk about it.” She went over to the desk where Mrs. Gordon had set the tray. “Sit down and eat your dinner. I’ll get a cup of tea and maybe give Palik a call.”

“I’m sure he’ll be delighted to hear from you. He’s been concerned about you ever since he found out I was worried about Bohdan targeting you.”

“He might not be all that delighted,” Jane said. “I want results and I’ve been known to be persistent on occasion.”

“What? You?” Caleb asked teasingly. “I would never have guessed.” He sat down at the desk and picked up his napkin. “Palik won’t be surprised. I’ve told him how you felt about Campbell. He knows what a good man he was.”