There was a female guard watching a screen that monitored the x-ray machine. Jade could see the screen. The image of the suitcase appeared. She could see the black cylinder, but it was only one of many shadows in the picture - her phone charger and other items masked it.
“Enjoy your flight,” the officer said, handing her the passport.
Relieved, Jade headed towards the check-in counters. I just might make it out of here, she thought.
There were a few people still queued up at the check-in counter for the Paris flight. An elderly couple, a pair of businessmen, and three nuns.
Jade joined the line and nonchalantly glanced around. She still didn’t see anyone watching - there wasn’t even a security guard in sight.
Something caught her eye down the corridor. A female airport security guard
