Chapter 9
Diana's stopped fiddling about with the technology.
“Before we settle down to enjoy the, hole by hole, replay of this afternoon's game," she says. "We’ll start with your camera and run thought the photos you took of me this morning, to see if any of those poses is too raunchy. I might need to keep those for my collection. The rest will have to go I'm afraid.”
"Oh shit!" I thought she's forgotten it. She’s gone straight to the stolen Olympus. It was under my coat on the chair. If she looks at the content of memory card in that Olympus, she'll discover I stole it. That's reason enough for her to call Security and turn me in, without risk to herself. Those people don't like petty thieves.
I can already hear the sirens in my imagination. At least jail might save me from Geraldo's stiletto. But I'm not sure which is worse. Big men in prison are said to like handsome boys like me. At least the stiletto will be quick.
She’s taking the xD card out of the Olympus...
Now I’m deep mierda. The hotel phone is by her hand. Will she call Security?
On the 60-inch TV, larger than life-sized images, of total strangers, appear on the screen. Two men and a woman. But amazingly, they are near the pool at my hotel.
A second woman must be taking the photos. There’s a camera case on the table, and a woman's bag.
“Who are these strange people?" Diana demands. "Friends of yours? Who’s this, and this? And who's holding the camera?”
Ok, I'll have to make up an excuse: “It’s not actually my camera.” I’m stammering. “I picked it up at the boat place. Someone had lost it. I was going to hand it in today.”
"So, you thought you would give them some bonus photographs of me posing for you?" she smirks. "I don't think so! I think you're a liar, a thief and an attempted blackmailer."
She’s still scrolling forward, through the Olympus owner’s photos, looking for the ones I took of her.
“Wait a minute!" She scrolls back and enlarges the image: "There’s you and Geraldo talking in the background. And here you are again. And he’s got an arm around you, like an old friend."
“My god! You're telling the truth about that prick!” she declares.