STRANGER THINGS
The next morning, the same gray-haired lady who’d brought my food yesterday, returned with clean clothes and fresh towels. The threads were identical to what I wore yesterday but I had no qualms with that. The military garments were clean and comfortable. It served its purpose.
With only a gentle smile, she left my room quietly. I suspected that I needed to get moving. Good chance that Mustafa would be starting my duty assignment today. I had to play along with his charade until I had a good escape plan.
First, I’d have to earn his trust. Make him think he had me under his palm. A task that wouldn’t be easy and if I wasn’t careful, very dangerous. I intended to be one step ahead of him. It was going to take a saint to pull this caper off.
At this point, Mustafa thought
