"All right, Ms. Cromlech. Your papers seem to be in order and your luggage meets all the legal requirements." The customs official handed Aldara back her taped-together passport, which she took and tucked into her equally damaged purse. The vandal had slit the lining but left the leather exterior mostly intact - unlike some of her clothing, which had been shredded. Whoever had ransacked her room had not only been looking for something, he'd been angry when he hadn't found it. "I do have one more question."
"Go ahead." She tilted her head at Mr. Coufax, the middle-aged, sandy-haired man who spoke to her from across a desk borrowed from one of the Mounties.
Marc leaned against the wall and watched from his position beside the door. His father sat in the chair beside Aldara while Beau and Pauline waited out in the lobby. The lieutenant whose office they were using leaned against a file cabinet in one corner, pretending not to watch the proceedings.