The US Customs and Boarder Control Office in Miami, Florida was just like any typical government office. A flag flew out front, assuring Hannah and Aurora that they had reached the appropriate building, and when they entered the agents were as unfriendly and uncooperative as one might expect from their governmental cousins in similar offices. Aurora approached the counter, badge in hand, with Hannah standing over her shoulder, concentrating on persuading the wiry, dark-haired agent to be ...