Chapter 38
The landing at YVR was one of the roughest Mark had ever experienced. The aircraft seemed to bounce over the tarmac several times before finally rolling down toward the airport. As soon as he cleared the gangway, happy to be out of that overloaded cattle carrier, he saw the two officers who were waiting for him. Not again, he thought, when the two men approached him.
“Passport, sir?” the taller of the two said to Mark.
He dropped his shoulder bag to the ground and showed him his travel documents.
“Welcome home, Agent Gilford. This way, please.”
“Do you have any luggage that you would want to retrieve?” the second customs’ officer asked him as they were taking the escalator down toward their offices.
“No, I usually travel light,” Mark sniggered.
“Do you have any weapons
