10The sight booted my brain into action. My car had a third lock the vandal might have missed. I dashed to the rear. The rear cargo hatch was untouched. I unlocked and opened it, unhooked the cargo cover and dove inside. Scrabbled over the rear seats and into the driver’s. Shoved the key into the ignition. Rammed out of the lot in first gear.
I raced down Ujazdowskie Boulevard, shifting up through the gears. The rear window was still open. Cold wet air streamed into the car. Behind me, the Lada made a U-turn.
I floored the gas pedal. I took the corner onto Piekna at forty-five, tires screaming. The cop jumped out of the Milicja booth and waved his red and white paddle at me. I ignored him and screeched down our embassy’s delivery driveway. I skidded to a stop, spraying puddled rainwater
