31While I took Holger’s call, Harry glowered across the office desk at me. His backside firmly planted on the couch, he listened intently to my every word.
I kept them sparse. Holger had heard what happened at the salt mines. And he quickly confirmed he’d cracked the leftenant open like a well-dried walnut. He surprised me by revealing the meat of his interrogation.
“Yurlova has a refuge in Belarus. The North Koreans are sending a plane to her.”
Interesting. But why had Holger decided I needed to know? My pulse rate climbed in anticipation. “Preventable?” I asked Holger while I kept my gaze on Harry.
“Intercepting her will be difficult,” Holger answered. “We can’t hope for cooperation from the Belarus government.”
No, the anti-Western Belarusan leadership wouldn’t arrest Yurlova for u
