18“You figured wrong.” The glass door was cold against my back. I folded my arms and gave Gerry Davis my toughest glare. “Maybe a lot of your figuring was wrong.”
“Could be.” He was on the step below me. “Hard to tell, the way you disappeared.”
“You knew I was in Mragowo.”
His eyes narrowed. “Mragowo?”
“Don’t play games. Warren told you where I went.”
His gaze sharpened and his voice tightened. “Warren knew you never left Poland?”
My scalp tingled, the strange prickly sensation of hair standing on end. “He didn’t say?”
“Not a word.” The voice was flat. “We sent an alert to every station in Europe. No sign of you. We were waiting for your body to turn up.”
I glanced down the street. My body wasn’t safe. “Let’s finish this inside.”
The door banged shut behind us. Gerry waved toward
