OK, so it was a little more involved than that because the characters were a world-renowned physicist and a super model. The physicist chatted with the model online and really wanted to meet her in person. All he had to do was carry one of her bags.... You know where this is going:
Frampton didn’t plan on a long trip. He needed to be back to teach. So
he left his car at the airport. Soon, he hoped, he’d be returning with
Milani on his arm. The first thing that went wrong was that the e-ticket
Milani sent Frampton for the Toronto-Santiago leg of his journey turned
out to be invalid, leaving him stranded in the Toronto airport for a
full day. Frampton finally arrived in La Paz four days after he set out.
He hoped to meet Milani the next morning, but by then she had been
called away to another photo shoot in Brussels. She promised to send him
a ticket to join her there, so Frampton, who had checked into the Eva
Palace Hotel, worked on a physics paper while he waited for it to
arrive. He and Milani kept in regular contact. A ticket to Buenos Aires
eventually came, with the promise that another ticket to Brussels was on
the way. All Milani asked was that Frampton do her a favor: bring her a
bag that she had left in La Paz.
While in Bolivia, Frampton corresponded with an old friend, John Dixon, a
physicist and lawyer who lives in Ontario. When Frampton explained what
he was up to, Dixon became alarmed. His warnings to Frampton were
unequivocal, Dixon told me not long ago, still clearly upset: “I said:
‘Well, inside that suitcase sewn into the lining will be cocaine. You’re
in big trouble.’ Paul said, ‘I’ll be careful, I’ll make sure there
isn’t cocaine in there and if there is, I’ll ask them to remove it.’ I
thought they were probably going to kidnap him and torture him to get
his money. I didn’t know he didn’t have money. I said, ‘Well, you’re
going to be killed, Paul, so whom should I contact when you disappear?’
And he said, ‘You can contact my brother and my former wife.’ ” Frampton
later told me that he shrugged off Dixon’s warnings about drugs as
melodramatic, adding that he rarely pays attention to the opinions of
others.
On the evening of Jan. 20, nine days after he arrived in Bolivia, a man
Frampton describes as Hispanic but whom he didn’t get a good look at
handed him a bag out on the dark street in front of his hotel. Frampton
was expecting to be given an Hermès or a Louis Vuitton, but the bag was
an utterly commonplace black cloth suitcase with wheels. Once he was
back in his room, he opened it. It was empty. He wrote to Milani, asking
why this particular suitcase was so important. She told him it had
“sentimental value.” The next morning, he filled it with his dirty
laundry and headed to the airport.
Frampton flew from La Paz to Buenos Aires, crossing the border without
incident. He says that he spent the next 40 hours in Ezeiza airport,
without sleeping, mainly “doing physics” and checking his e-mail
regularly in hopes that an e-ticket to Brussels would arrive. But by the
time the ticket materialized, Frampton had gotten a friend to send him a
ticket to Raleigh. He had been gone for 15 days and was ready to go
home. Because there was always the chance that Milani would come to
North Carolina and want her bag, he checked two bags, his and hers, and
went to the gate. Soon he heard his name called over the loudspeaker. He
thought it must be for an upgrade to first class, but when he arrived
at the airline counter, he was greeted by several policemen. Asked to
identify his luggage — “That’s my bag,” he said, “the other one’s not my
bag, but I checked it in” — he waited while the police tested the
contents of a package found in the “Milani” suitcase. Within hours, he
was under arrest.
The article is a fun read, but it leaves a lot of important details till the end. Meantime, this is the woman who Professor Frampton was trying to meet:
And here is Frampton: