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A British Diplomat's Mission Of Rescue
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David tried another tack. He called the woman's boyfriend, who had helped him locate her. The couple had met in the Middle East, and both had since returned to Pakistan.
"It is her boyfriend who has changed her mind," David said, shaking his head. If they married here in Pakistan -- and she didn't leave for Britain now -- it would be easier for him to get British residency.
Nobody, it seemed to him and Rawlins, had this woman's best interests at heart.
The SUV wound down a rocky path to a one-story house with a dirt courtyard behind an iron gate.
Rawlins and David walked up to the house. Four men working outside a neighbor's house glared at the strangers in Western clothes.
A thin man in a loose-fitting, blue salwar-kameez strode toward them.
"Who called these people?" he shouted in a thick British accent.
"We just want to talk to her," Rawlins said to the woman's brother.
"Everyone knows these cars," he shouted, upset that this visit would cause him embarrassment in the village. "This is a family matter."
After a bit of diplomatic coaxing, he calmed down. Rawlins and David asked to speak privately with the woman, draped in a red head scarf and tunic. Her mother stood nearby, crying and screaming.
In private, the woman agreed to go with Rawlins and David, saying she wanted to escape the pressure from her family. She had already packed a suitcase, and the security guard carried it to the SUV.
But she still seemed conflicted. If she stepped into the Land Cruiser, she would likely never see her family again.
