“Satisfied?” I asked.
The officer laughed. “The man you claim to be died off Aruba in April of 2019. He was eaten in a shark attack off the coast while snorkeling.”
“That’s impossible. I’m Adam Jackson. I was a student at Texas A&M. I was on Spring Break when I was kidnapped at a strip club. You’ve got to believe me.”
“I think you are really a drug smuggler. You have no baggage. Where did you hide them?”
“No, Sir. You have to believe me. I don’t know anything about any drugs. I’m telling you the truth. I was kidnapped and just want to go home.”
“Let’s go. I’m going to take some x-rays. Since you aren’t carrying them, you must have swallowed them.”
“I don’t have any drugs, honest,” I kept telling him.
Now I know he was just doing his job. People smuggle drugs in and out of the countr
