officers approached.
“Mrs. Wilson?” one asked.
“Yes.”
“We received your report. Please step over here.”
Brittany’s expression brightened with barely concealed excitement.
“Oh, my goodness! Is something wrong with her luggage?”
The officer faced her.
“We haven’t examined it yet, ma’am.”
Brittany glanced toward the terminal entrance.
“Well, I certainly hope she hasn’t packed anything illegal.”
I stayed silent.
Officers secured my suitcase and took us separately for questioning. A trained security specialist inspected the suspicious compartment.
Inside the pouch were several stolen prescription medication bottles labeled with another woman’s
