20“He’s right behind us.”
Bella turned and peered between the seat backs. “Shit.” She pulled her .45 from her pocketbook. The safety clicked off.
I floored the accelerator. The Lada fell back. After two minutes, the car was no longer visible.
Bella clicked the safety back on. She kept the gun in her lap.
I held the speedometer at ninety until we reached the turnoff to Rostock.
As I exited, Bella twisted in her seat to stare behind us. “What’re you doing?”
“We can get to Warnemunde before the evening ferry leaves. We’ll take it to Denmark.”
She tapped the gun against her thigh. “You planned this.”
“With luck, the guy following will stay on the ring road and head for Hamburg.”
She made a face. “He acts like he knows what we’re going to do before we do it.”
“I told no one I planned
