Until the defectors (and the Fag-Hag) got a hold of it, I guess youcould call them defectors. More like this young, upscale Europeancouple, as the Fag...Hag's first houseguests in years. Refugees actually,from this demonic New World Order religion. But I never understood anyof it at first. The Fag-Hag let this couple stay with her awhile. Both were males aboutage twenty-something, but one was actually a lovely male cross-dresser.Some fashionable brunette doll, 'She' was always sporting. When it came to our turn, I lifted both bags onto the bench and laid our passports beside them. As I did this the watching officer stepped forward, said something in the native tribal tongue and then told us, "There is an anomaly in your luggage, please come with me." As he spoke he grabbed the passports together with my wife's bag and set off towards the back of the hall. Following him, I was not unduly concerned, actually more irritated that this delay would probably cause us to miss the. I don't blame you for hanging back like that. Don't want IA bugging you over a suicide-by-cop involving your estranged wife. You were wise, letting cooler heads tackle the arrest. That must have been hard. Thank you for putting an end to her crimes, even if you had ulterior motives. I always respected your career and service, you know," Vicki shrugged as she hung up, half-relieved and half-disappointed."Dinah's dead. She pulled the usual stunt of desperate criminals, rushing the cops. She was. . uh ... the detective is in here." He turned and led us to the rooms where I had talked to the FBI agents not very long ago.There were two detectives and three uniformed police in the room. One of the detectives and two of the uniforms left after I was escorted in. Whisper waited outside the room.The detective that remained was a couple of inches shorter than me. His hair and eyes were dark, and I could tell he was sharp. He didn't look more than thirty five, but I could have been wrong. He.