Double in Trouble – Excerpt 3
Then just when I was on the verge of desperation, two more men walked in to the room, the first a tall stocky man, was obviously English. His clothes screamed Savile Row, and the moment he opened his mouth I knew. he had that plummy slightly affected voice of a career diplomat.
‘I’m sorry we couldn’t get here sooner, old sport, only found you were here yesterday, we intercepted one of their messages, got here as soon as we could!’ he apologised. ‘I’m Peter Mayhew, I’ve been sent to rescue you from the heathens, I’m with the Embassy here.’ He never once mentioned where here was? I wondered? ‘Thank god for small mercies’ I muttered under my breath.
‘This is the man you must thank for your liberty, Frank Shultz, He’s an American, he’s with the company. They are afraid of drone attacks, so were happy to negotiate.’
To my mind, the company meant the C.I.A. what the hell did these people want with me, I’m a professional photographer, not some kind of spook. My initial reaction was to trust neither of them, I felt that somehow they were trying to manipulate me, but why? and to what purpose, I was completely baffled?
‘We have a proposition to put to you, but first let’s get you some decent clothes and get you on the first flight home, some decent food too, I’m sure you could use some!’ Said Mayhew. ‘ A wash and shave would be good, or a shower, and a decent steak would be awesome!’ was my reply.
‘You may shower certainly, but it is imperative that you don’t shave. There is a good reason for this, which will be explained to you in due course,’ stated Mayhew.
I was happy to go along with their wishes, did I really have much choice. I am a big believer in first impressions, and mine was that I neither liked nor trusted my saviours. They were too well rehearsed, too glib, it was almost as if they were reading from a script.
My gut feeling told me I was being set – up for something, but I had no inkling of what it might be, other than that it would be something dodgy. But, why me? I am a Photographer, albeit a good one, so why drag me into whatever they are planning, I don’t get it, I don’t get it at all?
(c) Damian Grange 2017