Chapter Thirty-Six
There wasn’t pizza that night, but the pirogis were served up with a mound of fried onions and generous helpings of sour cream. The Zywiec beer was crisp and cold and there seemed to be a never-ending supply.
Jill had sat through a short debriefing session that morning with the US Squad Commander, but when he learned there was a CIA operative involved, he cut the interrogation short, choosing to kick the matter up the chain of command. That had suited Jill just fine.
When she asked about contacting the States Jill was shown to a laptop computer. Her e-mail server opened up and she sent a message to her husband, briefly explaining the circumstances without going into any of the details. She told Spencer where she had ended up on the Polish border. Then she copied the l
