Chapter Forty-Four
Łódź, Poland
Olesya knocked on the wooden door of the former textile factory. A moment later, Paweł, a physician, opened it. Dressed in an ocean-blue suit and red tie, he looked more like a Navy Admiral than a doctor. He took one glance at Sophia and, with two fingers, smoothed his white mustache.
‘This will cost you,’ he said.
Olesya put her foot in the door. ‘It already has.’
After a moment’s pause, he stepped aside. Olesya led Sophia and her group of rogue operatives past white-painted brick walls and into a gray clinic. Windows looked out onto a courtyard with a well-tended garden and two steel towers. The room was large and sparsely furnished, just a table and a row of metal chairs on one side, by the windows, and on the other side a row of cubicles with thin,
