O’neill, Shannon, the name read. The seal of the Irish Department of Agriculture, Fisheries and Food was clearly visible on the pale gray paper.
“And how long vil you be in Russia?” the officer asked slowly, rolling the 'r' in Russia.
“Just a wee time, a few days,” Jade said, turning on her Irish accent. She glanced beyond the partition, into Baggage Claim. Come on, she thought. Hurry up!
The officer looked closely at Jade’s face, then peered at the passport again. Finally, he picked up a heavy stamp and ka-thumped it on one of the open pages. “Enjoy your stay.”
Jade rushed from the booth and entered the baggage area, then headed straight down the hallway marked Green Line – nothing to declare, rolling her suitcase along behind her. When she emerged into the airport lobby, there were t
