“Good enough. Lord MacDuff gave Caleb a call and told him that Jane MacGuire, a woman Caleb was involved with at the time, might be a suspect. He dropped everything and was driving up to MacDuff’s estate in a matter of hours.” He tapped his finger on the photograph. “You can see why. Jane MacGuire. I wouldn’t kick her out of bed. Even if it turns out they’re no longer an item, it would be a weapon, wouldn’t it?”

“It might be. It wouldn’t be for me. A woman is just a woman. How fast can we get hold of her?”

“I’m checking on it. She’s an artist and lives in London. I’ve sent a man to track her down. In the meantime, I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea for me to take a trip to MacDuff’s estate and see if I can find out what his connection is to Caleb. There’s a chance you might be able to use him. Caleb might not give a damn about those other agents we’ve been taking down.” He shrugged. “But he might pay attention if we hit him on a more personal level. MacDuff is supposed to be his friend. How do you think he’d react if we sent him MacDuff’s head? It might be just the goad we need to draw him out.”

“From what I’ve heard about Caleb he doesn’t need much goading,” Bohdan said dryly. “We just have to find the son of a bitch before he finds us.” He looked down at the photo again. “Though there’s something about breaking a woman that has an effect on some men. I’ve decided it has to do with the softness of their flesh and the way it reacts to pain. It could possibly bring up a sexual memory that confuses them.” His index finger moved across Jane’s face in the photo almost caressingly. “I’ve done a little experimenting with some of the whores here and it was interesting. I felt nothing, but it appeared to bother some of the other clients.”