Kobak took less than ten minutes, which was fine as far as Birgit was concerned. The phone call had intensified the creepy feeling she’d had earlier. His fast talking tenor voice was a relief. “Birgit here’s what I want you to do … take the sample from the freezer … walk outside … you’ll see someone you know … it’ll be safe to go with that person.”
Birgit couldn’t imagine who it would be unless it was Marge, but her mentor would have called to find out what was going on. Whoever it was, Birgit would be glad to see him or her and get out of the lab.
“Roger that,” she said.
“Wait! Wait!” Kobak yelled before she could hang up. “Saul says to ditch your phone … the bad guys will be tracking you through it.”
The line went dead. Birgit couldn’t leave her phone at the lab because the shooters
