the scanner.
Then stopped.
The belt reversed.
It went through again.
The officer at the monitor tilted his head and called someone over.
Then another officer joined them.
My mouth went dry.
A tall TSA officer named Delgado approached me.
“Ma’am, could you step over here?”
“Is there a problem?”
He carried the suitcase to a metal inspection table.
“Something looks unusual beneath the interior lining.”
My heartbeat quickened.
Delgado opened the bag, moved my folders aside, and ran his gloved fingers along the bottom seam.
Then he stopped.
“Come
