“Good night.” She stared at the phone for a moment after he ended the call. Then she got to her feet and moved over to the window to look down at the courtyard. There was a slight graying in the east. It was going to be dawn soon.

And Caleb had come very close when he’d guessed she was numb.

Even though she’d denied it, it hadn’t surprised her that he’d read that response. It was what she’d felt and had tried desperately to keep him from seeing. So much had happened tonight…

But there was only one thing that seemed to be important in retrospect. It was the single moment when she had stood before that mirror a short time ago.

Shock.

Yes, she was still in shock.

But she had to get over it. She would sit here and watch the dawn and try to make plans. It shouldn’t be that difficult. It was just a question of making up her mind and following through. But she might have to use every skill and asset at her command in order to do that. There was a chance she was going to be more vulnerable than she had ever been before.

Because as she’d spoken to Caleb it had occurred to her that she might have to go through this nightmare heading her way entirely alone…

*  *  *

Rome

“Seth Caleb.” Chiswick strode into Bohdan’s office and threw down a report on his desk. “I told you I’d find him.”

“It’s taken you long enough. You’ve bungled this incredibly, Chiswick,” Bohdan said sharply. “And you told me that you didn’t get any information about him out of Jennings before you killed him.”

“I didn’t, but I located his partner, Ray Pasternak, and he was more than willing to tell me what I wanted to know after I showed him the photos of what we did to Jennings. He was pissed off anyway because his buddies were ordered to back up Caleb and ended up dead.”

“Good. Stop bragging and tell me how quick I can get my hands on him. Where is the son of a bitch?” He was reaching for the report in front of him. “I’m going to—”

“The report’s not exactly about Caleb,” Chiswick said quickly. “Pasternak picked up some gossip from a Scotland Yard detective about a murder case he was sent to work on a few years ago at the request of some posh earl who was a friend of Seth Caleb’s.”

“How good a friend?”