16When we left the hotel parking lot, the blue and white sedan pulled in behind. I didn’t panic. The local Milicja unit always kept track of foreign activity in its jurisdiction. The cops didn’t know this American woman was closely monitored by a trusted agent of the SB.
I kept my left hand on the steering wheel. With my right, I adjusted the mirror to show any vehicle joining our convoy behind the cop car. I glanced at Stefan. Though the passenger seat was pushed back to the max, his long legs were a tight fit. He’d rolled down his window and his right arm rested on the door frame. His left hand on my leg. Even through my jeans, his touch distracted me.
I pushed his hand away. “You sure this trip is a good idea?”
His eyes went to the mirror on his side. “So long as only the Milicja is
