Chapter 17
As Khalid cleared the gangway leading to the arrivals lounge, two men in blue uniform—one tall and muscular, the other a head shorter than his companion with mousy-looking features—came to stand on either side of him.
“May we see your passport, sir?” the short one demanded.
Khalid didn’t know the procedure in this foreign land and didn’t flinch when asked to show his travel documents to an official-looking fellow. “Sure, by all means.” He put down his laptop case and fetched his passport out of his breast pocket.
The other officer opened it and flipped through it. “Welcome to Australia, Professor. Would you follow us, please?” He handed the document back to him.
By then Khalid had realized he was the only person, thus far, that had been stopped upon exiting the aircraft. H
