Us. Oliver glanced from Scofield to Lorne. Not rivals—or not anymore. They were working together. He wasn’t certain if that made them more dangerous or less.

Scofield held up the silverware he’d confiscated. “Engraved with Elizabeth, just as we thought. Mucknell must have kept it for his wife. I wonder if he even knew it had once been the queen’s?”

“Hardly matters if he did or not. The buyers know, which is all that matters. A queen’s own silver, and with the Mucknell lore added to it besides.” Lorne smiled, then narrowed his eyes. “More than a single set, I hope.”

“There’s a crate, she said.” Scofield sent them an arched look. “I’m thinking Permellin Carn will be a fine place for you to take it. Lorne, you can beach your boat there, load it up. If we hurry, we can still make the rendezvous. The Victoria wasn’t in port yet when I left St. Mary’s this morning.”

The Victoria? Some sort of vessel, clearly. But not one owned by a local. If it was a visitor’s, it had to be a large enough craft to have come independently from the mainland. Most likely a yacht.

“What do we do with them?” Lorne motioned with the pistol toward Mabena and Casek. Or perhaps to the group of them at large.

Scofield jerked Libby closer to his side. “We’ll take the girl with us all the way to the rendezvous with the Victoria. Insurance. Let the rest of them go so they can get the silver to Permellin Carn—and then they’re free to go afterward.”

Telford surged a step forward. “You said you’d let everyone go if we cooperated.” Perhaps he wasn’t a Tremayne, but he’d have done Morgan proud. He always wished he’d been able to join their adventures like this.

Scofield huffed out a condescending sigh. “No, I said I’d let those two go if you cooperated. Really, Tremayne, you have to learn to listen.”

Lorne frowned. “He’s not Tremayne. It’s the dark-haired one that’s Tremayne.”

Scofield must not have liked being corrected by a mere lackey. He turned his scowl on Lorne. “There are two of them, you imbecile.”

Blast it all. Lorne had been on the islands for weeks—he must know that Morgan wasn’t with them any longer. And when their house of cards came tumbling down, if these two realized there were more players in the game than they thought, it could go very badly very quickly.