Jo Jums pressed play and they watched the TV interview of Sir Wendy; it was being broadcast live and the clock counter showed they were only a few minutes behind. Sir Wendy was sitting at a desk in an anonymous office; nothing on the walls, nothing on the desktop, nothing to give a clue as to where he was or that he was still captive and, he displayed no nerves. He gave no indication he was under any pressure to do this interview, to make any statements. In fact, for those familiar with Sir Wendy and his assertive, bullying character, would say this was a complete change in the man. It was as though he had had a road to Damascus revelation. The bloated face of the news and media mogul had a sublime smile; finally, he was enjoying himself, after what had been a long time.
If the team aroun
