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Customs Interrogation Room C, John F. Kennedy International Airport, Queens, New York.
After waiting three and a half hours on a cold metal bench, Talia was escorted into a sterile room and placed on a metal chair. The walls were painted stark white with the exception of one that was made up primarily of a large mirrored window. Talia looked at her own reflection and was almost certain she heard the creaking of a metal chair from behind it. It was a two-way mirror.
The heavy door opened and she turned. A man with a mustache, wearing dark slacks, polished shoes and crisp, button-down shirt and tie walked in followed by a woman. The woman was much smaller in stature but appeared to be about the same age as Talia. Her facial features and long blonde hair were striking, but everything in
