|The King and Queen of Spain stroll below the fifth floor balcony |
of the Hotel Attu, Madrid
A pastiche noir By H. deMayo
|Hotel Attu (center), where across the street you can see an orchestra rollout a blue carpet and get ready for a performance in front of Edificio Metropole building, Madrid.|
|Awaiting the arrival of the King and Queen. Photo take from the penthouse balcony of Hotel Attu.|
"No." She turned toward him and waved for him to join her. “Down there,” she pointed down five floors to where the Gran Via spills into Calle de Alcala.
|Suite 555 with terrace balcony behind doors at left. Foreground. Desk where Fred Pontchatrain wrote a note.|
|Puerta del Sol Metro entrance to the left|
The barista flirted with her after placing the cortados on the small table.
|(Above): Museum called the Kremlin Amoury. It houses many artifacts from the Romanov period.|
It wasn’t his job. Fred Pontchartrain's assignment was to make contact a man with a Hasselblad camera hanging from a shoulder strap. Fred was not informed his contact was a rogue security guard from the Kremlin Armoury. The guard spent his entire career plotting how to lift one of the Faberge eggs, sell it and not get caught.
|Early evening arrival at Stockholm's Arlanda International from Madrid|
What kept him awake for most of the return flight to Stockholm, was the reality that he didn't know who originated the assignment. Who paid him handsomely to meet in a Moscow coffee house? It had been done with a wire transfer of a large sum into his company's day-to-day Swiss bank account. It was followed by a telephone call when a stranger's voice, a woman gave him a brief perimeter of the job.