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Another Search
When she walked out of the administration block with Caroline, Zahra saw the Immigration officer, Greg, in the distance. He was standing outside the door of her flat with his back to her. She caught her breath; he was talking to two people, a man and a woman—blue uniformed police officers! Their police car was parked on the strip of bitumen near the units. As she and Caroline got nearer, Zahra strained to hear what they were saying. She was uncomfortably conscious of the police officers observing her as she walked toward them across the grass. Their voices drifted to her on the warm air.
‘She says she doesn’t know anything,’ Greg said.
‘We’ve had no sightings of him today,’ the male police officer replied. ‘Security here haven’t seen him.’
‘His bags were searched at
