Chapter Forty-Four
Tasha exited the aircraft in Cancun, Mexico, eager to get past customs so she could remove the hot and itchy wig.
Her seat was located near the rear of the plane, which put her in the back of the line for customs. When she got to the agent, he didn’t even make eye contact as he marked her declaration form, returned it to her, and asked a couple of questions. He then stamped her passport without even listening to her answers.
Following the herd of other passengers to baggage claim, she saw most of the luggage had already appeared. As she reached for her first suitcase, a porter grabbed it for her and said something in Spanish that she didn’t understand.
Having experienced this before, she was ready and pointed to the other bag as it approached on the carousel. He grab
