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the Fedotov Gallery in Khabarovsk. It’s been closed for renovations for the past month.”
    â€œAnd you know this detail how?”
    â€œThere’s not much else to do on this train but sleep and read travel brochures.”
    â€œAnything else that makes you suspicious of her?”
    â€œShe’s pretty, and she finds me fascinating.”
    â€œThat certainly is odd. Are you sure she’s in possession of her faculties?”
    He smiled at her matter-­of-­fact tone. “Funny.”
    He decided he might—­ might —­like Ruth Harper.
    â€œYour accent,” Tucker said. “Tennessee?”
    She ignored his attempt to draw her out, but from the exasperated tone of her next words, he guessed he was wrong about Tennessee.
    â€œGive me Felice’s pedigree,” she said, staying professional.
    Tucker passed on the information he had gleaned: her name, her background at the University of Cambridge, her friends in Moscow. “And I have a picture. I assume your wizards have access to facial-­recognition programs.”
    â€œIndeed we do.”
    â€œI’m sending it now.”
    â€œOkay, sit tight and I’ll get back to you.”
    It didn’t take long. Harper called back within forty minutes.
    â€œYour instinct was sound,” she said without preamble. “But you’ve picked up more than a tail. She’s a freelance mercenary.”
    â€œI knew it was too good to be true,” he muttered. “Let’s hear it.”
    â€œHer real name is Felice Nilsson, but she’s traveling under Felice Johansson. Swedish citizenship. She’s thirty-­three, born in Stockholm to a wealthy family. She didn’t graduate from Cambridge, but from University of Gothenburg, with a master’s in fine arts and music. And here’s where things get interesting. Six months after graduating, she joined the Swedish Armed Forces and eventually ended up in Särskilda Inhämtningsgruppen .”
    â€œSIG?”
    As a member of the U.S. Special Forces, Tucker had to know the competition, both allied and enemy alike. SIG was the Swedish Special Reconnaissance Group. Its operatives were trained in intelligence gathering, reconnaissance, and covert surveillance, along with being superb, hardened soldiers.
    â€œShe was one of the group’s first female members,” Harper added.
    â€œWhat was her specialty?”
    â€œSniper.”
    Great.
    â€œI urge you to approach her with extreme caution.”
    â€œCaution? Never would have thought of that.”
    Harper let out what could be taken as a soft chuckle, but it disappeared so quickly that Tucker couldn’t be sure.
    â€œPoint taken,” she said. “But do not underestimate her. After six years in the SIG, Nilsson resigned her commission. Eight months later, she started popping up on intel radars, first working small-­time stuff as a mercenary, mostly for established groups. Then, two years ago, she struck out on her own, forming her own team—­all former Swedish Special Forces. Last estimate put her roster at six to eight, including herself.”
    â€œBored rich girl goes rogue,” Tucker said.
    â€œMaybe that’s how it started, but she’s got a real taste for it now. And a solid reputation. For now, the question remains, Who hired her and why? ”
    â€œYou’re in a better position to answer that than I am. But this must have something to do with your operation. Otherwise, it would be about me personally, and that doesn’t seem likely.”
    â€œAgreed.”
    â€œAnd if that’s true, if they’re already on my tail, I don’t have to tell you what that means.”
    â€œWe’ve got a leak,” Harper replied. “Word of your involvement must have reached those who are hunting for Dr. Bukolov.”
    â€œBut who leaked that information? For the moment, let’s assume it didn’t come from anyone inside