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“Not much.” He grinned. “But MacDuff told me to compliment you on such a fine shot. It wasn’t necessary for him to rush Nojer immediately to a hospital, so he was able to squeeze a few things out of him. Since MacDuff was furious about the damage done to the Run, he wasn’t gentle or patient about getting what he needed from him. Bohdan ordered but wasn’t part of the attack. It was launched from two yachts offshore, but they were planning on abandoning them and going into hiding immediately afterward.” He paused. “Providing neither you nor Caleb had been killed or captured at the castle. Since Nojer could only speak for his assignment of taking you hostage, he was disappointed when you showed up at his camp.”
“No location?” Caleb asked.
Rodland shook his head. “Nojer was only a sniper, and his job was to infiltrate the outlying grounds and try to kidnap Jane if the opportunity presented itself. Even that changed when Bohdan went into a rage after Caleb blew up one of his assets. He changed the kidnapping to a kill order. Nojer didn’t have direct access to Bohdan or Chiswick. He did know that other units would be sent to help him if he wasn’t successful. Other than that, all he knew was general gossip.”
“Anything else?” Caleb asked.
He hesitated. “Kilgoray.” He glanced at Jane. “A unit from the yacht was sent there on an exploratory fact-finding mission a few nights ago. As far as Nojer knew, it was unsuccessful.”
Caleb stiffened and turned on Jane. “Kilgoray? I’ve been wondering about that. I think we need to talk about it.”
So did Jane. But at the moment she was in shock. The fact that Bohdan had known that she and Rodland were at Kilgoray that night stunned her. “Perhaps, let me think about it.” She reached out, grabbing for something, anything. “Nojer said it was unsuccessful anyway.”
“Jane, this is Bohdan.” Caleb’s lips tightened. “What the hell were you—”
“I said, let me think about it,” she interrupted. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t talk about it. Just give me a little time.” She turned back to Rodland. “Anything else?”
He nodded. “He said Chiswick tortured and murdered a woman on the yacht a couple of days before that. They sank her body off the coast near the Scottish border.”
“Felicia,” Jane said numbly. “It had to be Felicia.”
Caleb was next to her, his hand on her shoulder. “Jane. I’m sorry.”
“I know. So am I. I should never have come here to the Run. I should never have told her where I was going. So many mistakes…”
“Not your mistakes.” He took her face in his two hands and gazed down into her eyes. “Mine. Always mine. Remember that. Since the beginning. Always mine.”
“You’re doing it again. Even when no one blames you, you blame yourself.” She shook her head vehemently. “You can’t do it this time. I won’t let you. Do you know how much that hurts me?” She broke away from him and strode off from the fire toward where the Range Rover was parked.
She opened the driver’s door and slipped into the seat. She drew a deep breath as her hands clenched on the steering wheel. Just hold on. The entire day had been a disaster in one way or another. Yet she hadn’t dreamed it could get worse.
Kilgoray. Who would have guessed that she would have to face that today? Along with all the pain that—
The passenger door opened, and Rodland jumped into the car. “Don’t yell at me. Caleb didn’t have anything to do with sending me this time. He told me to stay away from you and let you have your space. I’m just feeling guilty as hell for not taking better care of you. I thought I was handling that Kilgoray business pretty well. And you told me Bohdan didn’t have anything to do with—”
“Be quiet, Rodland,” she said. “I can’t stand having another man taking the blame for anything I’ve done. Caleb is bad enough. And I told you the truth, Bohdan didn’t have anything to do with me going to Kilgoray.” She looked away. “Until he did.”
He was silent a moment. “That doesn’t compute. I’ll back off, but you have to talk to Caleb. This all sounds weird as hell from the outside.”
“I know that it does. I’ll take care of it.” She drew a deep, shaky breath. “Just not right now. I’ve got to plan how I’m going to do it. And I don’t want to sit here and make excuses to you. Go away, Rodland.”
“I’m going.” He opened his door. “Can I get you something to eat? You haven’t had supper.”
She shook her head. “Maybe I’ll grab something later.”
“Want to hear the end of MacClaren’s story?” His tone was coaxing. “It’s much more cheerful than all this Bohdan crap.”
“Not in the mood,” she said. “Though I’m all for a happy ending if I can work one out. Thanks, Rodland.”
“My pleasure.” He got out of the car. “But I’ll try to work one out for your horse, Jocko. I’ll go up the hill to your camp and get him some water and then bring him down here.”
“I could do that myself.”
“But I have to become accustomed to horses. I’ve got to be ready to face Maisie when we have our great confrontation.”
“Maisie’s very gentle.”
“Tell that to my concussion. I’ll take care of Jocko for you.” He slammed the car door.
