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Roger Ganley walked out of the imperial room of the Lutfi Kidar Convention Center. The morning was filled with dull meetings, press conferences, and photo sessions with the other delegates that eventually took its toll on him.
“What’s left on the damn schedule?” he asked his assistant, Jeremy Spak.
“After lunch, we only have two more meetings, one on human rights policy and another on the Black Sea environmental program.”
“That sounds absolutely thrilling, and are we ready for them?”
“I believe so, they’re both in the preliminary stages, and they probably don’t expect any input from us.”
“Good, have we heard from Evans?”
“Yes, he called in about an hour ago, I told him that you’d call him over lunch.”
“I thought I told you that I would take his calls,” Ganley said sternly.
“He called when you were discussing foreign aid with Prime Minister Kobulov, and I didn’t want to interrupt you,” Spak said.
Ganley looked his young assistant in the eyes and said, “Fine, just let me know the minute he calls next time,” before he walked away from Spak and pulled out his cell phone to call Evans.
“Any word from the CIA?”
“No, sir, I did expect to hear from them, but there’s nothing as of yet,” said Chief of Mission John Evans from his office in the U.S. Embassy in Georgia.
“I want you to call the Charge D’Affaire in Azerbaijan to see if he knows anything.”
“I don’t know, sir, I really wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that, if the CIA found that I was checking up on....”
“Listen to me, John,” Ganley said sternly, “All I’m asking you to do is to call the man and very discreetly feel him out to see if he knows anything. You don’t even have to mention the CIA.”
Evans paused as he thought about it for a second before saying, “Very well, sir.”
“Okay then, what else is going on, has my father been around?”
“Yes, he stopped in on his way to the bus terminal, so I sent one of the Marines in plain clothes to go out and keep an eye on him. Corporal Smith said that he took another bus ride up to the cathedral, he spent an hour there and came right back. He said that he seemed to enjoy mixing with the tourists and trading stories. It seems harmless enough.”
“Hmm, I guess he could be doing worse,” Ganley said, “I appreciate you’re keeping an eye on him.”
“He’s no trouble at all, sir.”
“Tell him that I’ll call him as soon as I get back in town on Monday.”
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