9Holger didn’t answer.
Stefan grunted impatiently. “Yurlova crossed into Poland one week ago. I have this information,” he said pointedly to Holger.
I heard the undertone of irritation in Stefan’s words. And the sorrow. What was going on between him and Holger?
“So what?” The challenge was back in Bella’s voice. “Yurlova being in Poland didn’t make her Pope’s problem.”
“But it brought Holger into it,” I answered. Since graduating from the Defense Language School, Holger’s specialty had been the East bloc. For thirty years, he’d been working Poland as if it were Denmark’s back yard. Nobody in NATO had a better grasp of events. I’d inferred from scraps of data that Holger’s intelligence networks crossed Poland’s eastern borders into three former Soviet republics. My security clearance wa
