The stocky female officer opened Sami’s laptop and turned it on. “What’s your personal email address?”
“What for?”
The officer smirked. “Maybe we want to send you a welcoming message.”
“Sure.” Sami tried hard to bury his irritation, imagining his toes digging in the beach sand. He pointed at the pen and paper in the officer’s hand. “I’ll write it for you.”
He scribbled an email address he used for online orders. Should they hack into his email, all they would see was his taste in books, clothes, and children’s toys. The cowboy officer could order himself a dozen of those white boxers he liked so much. Sami set his mind to change his password the instant he left. If they ever let him out of here.
“You can repack your belongings now.” The cowboy officer opened the door and drawled in an
