Chapter 10
The US Customs and Boarder Control Office in Miami, Florida was just like any typical government office. A flag flew out front, assuring Hannah and Aurora that they had reached the appropriate building, and when they entered the agents were as unfriendly and uncooperative as one might expect from their governmental cousins in similar offices. Aurora approached the counter, badge in hand, with Hannah standing over her shoulder, concentrating on persuading the wiry, dark-haired agent to be cooperative.
It took him several minutes to notice the women at all, staring blankly at a computer screen instead. When he finally acknowledged them, it was only to point them to a clipboard next to the window with a log he dryly insisted they fill out.
"That won't be necessary," Aurora assur
