Now he was speaking to someone through his headset, and she heard him identify himself as Chiswick. She’d heard that name before. Not good.

One of Bohdan’s top lieutenants.

She slid across the ceiling structure, making her way to the far side of the car. Every time she reached a lighting fixture, she paused to see what he was doing.

At one point, he crouched behind her camera and looked at the mural. Chiswick had no idea what he was seeing, she was sure.

Jane turned. It was difficult to see, but there appeared to be a small door on the car’s far side. Could she use it to get to the roof? From there, she might be able to reach Caleb and Rodland in the front engine car.

She slid toward the door panel, hoping the clattering of wheels on the tracks would mask the sounds of her movements.

Just a few feet more…

SMASH!

The ceiling panels erupted in front of her, and Chiswick’s face was only three feet from hers! He was standing on a table and had broken through the ceiling with the butt of his rifle. He turned his gun barrel toward her and smiled.

“Going somewhere?”

She inhaled sharply and couldn’t speak for a moment.

He smiled. “Jane MacGuire. Poor woman, afraid and cowering in the ceiling. It seems I’ve come up with a prize. Bohdan warned me I’d better come back with you or Caleb today. He has great plans for you. If I help him, he might just forgive me. This must be fate; I ran into a friend of yours at your gallery in London. She was most cooperative.”

Felicia. This must be the man who had killed Felicia.

“You’re right, she was a friend of mine,” she said hoarsely. “And I think ‘fate’ is a very good word for it.”

Only when it was too late did Chiswick notice that she was holding a half-hidden gun in her right hand.

BLAMMM!

She shot him in the face.

*  *  *

Rodland glanced back at the rear camera monitor. “Dammit.”

“What?” Caleb said.

“It looks like we have eight more troops climbing aboard the train from another truck. And I’ll bet there could be another couple of trucks on the road behind this one.”

Caleb stepped closer to the monitor and watched Bohdan’s men climb aboard from their truck. “This isn’t going to get easier.”

Rodland looked back at the laptop. “I might be able to do something about the trucks coming up behind them.”

“Do what?”

The train shook as it switched off the main line and crossed the river Thurso.

“Well done,” Caleb said.

Jane suddenly appeared at the side door. “Yes, well done.”

“What are you doing here?” Caleb stepped toward her. “I thought I asked you to—”