6Bella turned and strode toward the exit.
Dropping some bills on the table, I stuffed my paperwork back into my bag and hurried after her. I caught her as she reached for the door handle on a chocolate-brown Volvo sports wagon.
Half a dozen poplar leaves added spots of green to the car’s hood. The sleeve on her wool dress was a perfect color match.
The weave was rough against my fingertips as I clutched her arm.
“The point isn’t Holger using me or you,” I sputtered. “It’s getting Woody out of harm’s way.”
She jerked her arm free. “I doubt that’s the old Dane’s top priority.”
“Come on, Bella. You know Holger’s been watching out for Woody ever since he christened him.”
She snorted. “This only confirms the watching part.”
“He came to Dhaka yesterday to enlist my help,” I added. “We fl
