“Not at the brothel. But I’ve heard he’s been checking on his drug houses in Milan and Campania. And there was an explosion at a meth house near Maggiano Beach. Probably Bohdan was unhappy with their output. He usually saves the brothels for more personal entertainment. Other than that, he’s been playing his visit here very low-key. He has to know that MI6 is after him for the Tiber murder, and he might be facing a war crimes accusation in the Congo. I think he’s trying to keep his investments here in line until he can go back there and take over the general’s position. Which means he’s been principally occupied with trying to locate you.” He paused. “Why? Restless?”

“I want it over.”

“Jane MacGuire is safe. Did you check with Rodland?”

“She seems pleased enough with him.”

“He’s a good man,” he said. “And he’ll take care of her.”

“So will MacDuff and his Royal Marines,” Caleb said bitterly. “I’ve got the situation covered, haven’t I?”

“Yes, you have.”

“But it doesn’t stop me from imagining Bohdan sitting on the doorstep waiting for a chance to pounce.”

“And that means that we’re not going to wait for that to happen? What are you planning?”

“I need him to come out in the open so that I can target him. I believe Bohdan has too many businesses to take care of. I think we should lighten his load.”

“You don’t think you’re high enough on his kill list?”

“He’s obviously thinking too much about hunting me. Let’s give him something else to think about. I’m pulling into the parking lot of your hotel now. Gather all the info you have on Bohdan and meet me in the bar. Concentrate on his most expensive and profitable assets. We have choices to make.”

*  *  *

Storage Room
MacDuff’s Run
Two Days Later

“You’re leaving me to check out all those diaries by myself,” Rodland complained. “There’s nothing of interest. I’m sure Fiona was a fascinating young woman, but she definitely wasn’t as well rounded as any modern-day lass. She visits the castle to see Uncle Colin, she goes to chapel, she helps nurse the ill in the village. But she never even says what she’s thinking about any of it. She might as well be a mummy.”

Jane took a drink of water from her bottle. “And you’re bored.”

“You could let me study those historical tomes about those trains that you’ve been devouring for the past few days. You’ve been totally absorbed. They’d be much more my cup of tea, too.”