“Yes, in a way. I did.”
“You will feel better, Raz, if you can tell me what happened.”
“I went to the address he gave us,” Raz began. “It was a large building of small flats.”
Elwira nodded, encouraged her to continue. She was afraid she might break her lover’s train of thought if she spoke, pressured her for too much too quickly.
“I found number seventeen. I knocked on the door several times, but there was no answer. I tried again and was about to leave when a woman came out of a neighboring flat. She said she heard me but I might as well stop because no one lived there.”
“No one?”
“Yes. My first thought was they’d already gone. Left Warsaw. He said they’d made arrangements some time ago.”
“Yes,” Elwira said, “I thought so as well.”
Raz looked at her, puzzled. “When did you think that?”
“When I called him, or tried to call him earlier this morning. Hadn’t I mentioned this?”