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“True. And now we know which tunnel it isn’t in. So there’s that.” He nodded at Sam’s pack, where the tin and key were hidden. “Let me know what that leads to. I’ll be interested to find out.”
“Almost forgot,” Sam said. He took out the cash and the gold bar. “The paper money might not be any good, but I’m pretty sure the gold’s gone up a bit since then.”
“Thanks,” Gustaw said, hefting the gold bar in his hand. “I can put this to good use.”
He caught a ride home with the antique dealer, and Sam, Sergei, and Remi took a taxi to the airport. Once there, they purchased Sergei’s
ticket to Kaliningrad, since he had to return to work, then walked him as far as security clearance. Sam shook hands with him. Remi, however, gave him a hug. “We can’t thank you enough. Give our love to your Cousin Leonid.”
“I will,” he told her.
After watching him clear security, they left, texting their crew that they were on their way.
“That’s strange,” Sam said, reading the return text.
Remi glanced over but couldn’t see it in the glare of light. “What is?”
“The pilot says our jet’s been moved to a private hangar.”
“Why?”
“He doesn’t know, but he’s telling us to get there right away.”
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The main hangar door was closed, but a side door was open, and Remi could see one of their two pilots standing just inside it. “He looks worried,” she said.
“Let me go in first.”
As Sam was about to enter, a man in a gray suit walked out. “Mr. and Mrs. Fargo? So glad you could make it.”
“And you are . . . ?” Sam asked.
“Forgive me. Tomasz Gorski, with the Internal Security Agency. We have a few questions about your activities in Walbrzych.”
He indicated they should precede him into the hangar.
Sam went first, Remi followed. Both stopped short at the sight of ten uniformed, armed men standing just inside, as well as the Fargo flight crew seated nearby. The crew gave Sam and Remi nervous smiles, but before she or Sam had a chance to ask if they were okay, Tomasz closed and locked the door behind them.
“What’s going on?” Sam demanded.
“All in good time. I’m just waiting for the commander of—”
“Are we under arrest?” Sam asked.
“Of course not.”
“Then why the armed guards?” He nodded toward the group of men. “And the locked door?”
“For your protection.”
Remi moved closer to Sam, resting her hand on his arm, feeling at once how tense he was. He leaned into her, whispering, “Feel free to lay on the charm.”
Remi tried for a doe-like expression. “Captain—”
“Lieutenant,” he corrected. “But, please. Call me Tomasz.”
“Lieutenant,” she continued. “Perhaps if you took a moment to explain to us why we’re being detained?” She gave him her sweetest smile, noticing a slight softening in his expression. “Please?”