29“They told me to mention the little boxes.” Shivering, Ariadna hunched over the Formica-topped table, trying to ward off an Arctic chill only she could feel. “I never saw them. I don’t know where they are.”
I shoved at the strands of hair matted to my forehead. Three hours had passed since we’d left Lublin. At the first opportunity, I’d put us on the less-traveled road which twisted along beside the Vistula River. Near Piaseczno, I picked up the southern end of Pulawska Avenue which took me directly into Warsaw’s southern suburbs where the safe house was located.
It was guarded by a trio of off-duty Marines doing Harry a favor. They expected me. Thirty seconds after I appeared at the sidewalk intercom and repeated the recognition code, a lanky twenty-year-old ambled out to open the dri
