“What am I supposed to do?” Jane asked quietly. “How can I help?”

“Keep yourself and the baby safe so I won’t regret doing this. I’ll tell you if there’s anything else for you to do as it comes along.”

“That’s not enough. I’ve got to do something.” She glanced back at the paintings. “Maybe MacClaren will help to keep me busy so I won’t go crazy. I’ll finish the job I started.”

“Only you,” Caleb murmured.

“Don’t worry, I have my priorities straight. I’ll keep our daughter safe.” She was opening the weapons box and removing a 9mm Luger pistol. “I won’t let those assholes touch her.”

“I can see you won’t.” Caleb gestured toward the two long guns on the floor beside the box. “Why don’t you take one of those?”

She shrugged. “I will.” She ignored the AR-15. “I prefer the carbine. It handles better if you have to use it short range.” She took the M4 carbine. “I remember you said you liked the idea of me with a long gun.”

“I definitely do. And if anyone but the two of us tries to come in here, don’t hesitate to use one of those.” He added grimly, “Like Rodland said, Bohdan really wants us.”

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“Why the hell haven’t I heard something?” Bohdan stood up in the rear of his mobile command center, an old Russian war-surplus vehicle he found much more robust than the newer and shinier units he’d owned. “Chiswick has his orders. He knows what I want.” He’d ordered the vehicle parked five miles north of the train yard, but it still wasn’t close enough to make him feel part of the action. He whirled on Lasoff, the young tech who was communicating with his attack team via a headset. “Well?”

Lasoff moistened his lips nervously. “We have them, sir.”

“They’re alive?”

“As far as we can tell.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We have them cornered. They’re trapped in a railcar.”

“You fool.” Bohdan’s face flushed with anger. “Then we don’t really have them, do we?”

The tech was almost stuttering. “According to the unit commander, it’s a simple matter of—”

“The commander is an idiot.” He reached for his cell phone. “And that’s what I’ll tell Chiswick. I’m not going to lose Caleb or the MacGuire woman because you’re all being clumsy. I’ve waited too long.” He’d make that clear to Chiswick. Bohdan wasn’t sure if he was being impatient or if he just wanted to get his own hands on that son of a bitch, Caleb. It didn’t matter. The result would be the same. He put down the cell phone. “No, I’ll tell Chiswick in person. I’m going there myself. Tell the driver.”

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