As soon as Rachel's limousine arrives on the red carpet, the tension is palpable, and her team is on edge. The crowd eagerly awaits her outside, and the constant buzzing action behind the scenes depicts how difficult it will be for Frank and Tony (Mike Starr) to protect Rachel when they can't be at her side every moment during the Oscar ceremony. Of the accident itself, Trevor places blame on Dodi's last-minute decision to install Henri Paul in the driver's seat. Paul was drunk, and although Trevor saw Paul drinking a yellow liquid in the Ritz bar earlier, he claims that he assumed the drink was nothing more than fruit juice. Why didn't Trevor speak up and insist on a licensed chauffeur for the Mercedes that night? Because "the boss" -- Fayed and Dodi -- had spoken and chosen Paul. Trevor has been frustrated in earlier attempts to get additional bodyguards sent to The Jonikal, Fayed's yacht that hosted Diana and Dodi's final trip together, and was rather fed up by the final evening, when Dodi disregarded his concerns about leaving the Ritz.

Frank, Rachel, Rachel's driver Henry (Christopher Birt), Rachel's son Fletcher (DeVaughn Nixon), and her sister Nikki (Michele Lamar Richards) then travel to Frank's father's home, which is a large log cabin in the mountains by a lake. Frank's dad, Herb Farmer (Ralph Waite) is a semi-retired attorney who welcomes the group to his home. At the mountain retreat, Nikki attempts to seduce Frank, and becomes angry when her advances are refused. Fletcher is almost killed the next day, when a bomb explodes inside the boat he had been riding in moments before. After finding footprints around the cabin, and finding the automobiles sabotaged, they realize Rachel's stalker has followed them. The conclusion that Mr Rees-Jones had suffered memory loss was challenged by Mohamed al Fayed - Dodi's father. Also fascinating was the weird control that Mohammad Fayed struggled to hold over his empire and his people. In 2000, Mr Rees-Jones published his memoirs entitled The Bodyguard's Story: Diana, The Crash And The Sole Survivor. The Bodyguard's Story is the story of the fatal crash that claimed the life of Princess Diana, the Ritz driver, Henri Paul and Dodi Fayed, told by the only survivor of the crash, Trevor Rees-Jones. It not well written. The author and co-author wrote the story in third person, with Trevor occasionally quoting himself. However, the subject matter was so intriguing that it hardly mattered. I was fascinated not only by the details of Diana's friendship/romance with Dodi, but with Trevor's recovery process. Every bone in Trevor's face was smashed; his wrist was broken, and he had no memory of the crash. Memory has always been a fascinating thing for me, so naturally I was quite drawn to that.Trevor Rees-Jones is no writer. But then, he doesn't pretend to be. He's just a "bloke," better at rugby than at writing. His claim to fame: being in the fateful car with Diana and Dodi. Jones wrote the book to 1) make money and 2) counter Mohammad Al Fayed's claims of Trevor's culpability in the accident. Wholly remarkable . . . Astonishing . . . This brave and inspiring book deserves to be blessed a thousandfold - Craig Brown, MAIL on Sunday The hitman breaks into the house, Nikki tries to stop him, and he shoots and kills her before escaping. Frank ensures that his father, who is armed with a large caliber revolver, has secured the rest of the group on the second floor, then pursues the killer into the woods. Frank shoots at the hitman, but the hitman escapes through the dark woods. Frank learns the next day, from his Secret Service colleagues, that they have apprehended the stalker and were interviewing him when Nikki was shot. THE BODYGUARD'S STORY is that rare thing: a thriller told by an unexcitable man. After all those feverish rival accounts of Diana and her motives - the 'I Loved Her Better Than You ( school of memoir - this book is like drinking a long cold glass of water . . . Trevor Rees-Jones's straightforwardness is a virtue that looks all the more impressive in such a crooked story') Although Mr Rees-Jones was eager to return to work, he resigned from his job with Mr al Fayed in April 1998 on the advice of his solicitors. The bodyguard later claimed he had felt pressured by the business magnate to remember what had happened.

Much as I personally dislike dwelling on the fallibility and misfortune of others; I did find this book difficult to put down. When I finally did, I felt an overwhelming surge of relief at my own, very ordinary, life lived far, far away from the hungry media machine.For Trevor Rees-Jones the answer is he was in the same hospital as Diana, fighting for his own life a few rooms away. As bodyguard to her companion Dodi Fayed, he was with the couple when, hounded by paparazzi and with a driver who turned out to be drunk, their Mercedes crashed into the thirteenth pillar of the tunnel under the Place de l'Alma in Paris. Dodi and the driver, Henri Paul, died instantaneously, medics say; Diana was rushed to a nearby hospital where doctors worked feverishly to resuscitate her before giving up in the early hours of Sunday morning. Who wins? Only two parties, as far as I could see: firstly the surgeon Dr Luc Chikhani, who spotted and achieved a truly remarkable and well-deserved career-assuring success in reconstructing Rees-Jones’ face; and secondly, albeit through a desperately tragic and horrific series of events, TRH The Princes William and Harry, who lost a woman whom they alone knew as a wonderful mother; but who have both since gained stability, love and bright futures which they might not have otherwise known.