
Hank left her in the cell for half an hour while he processed the others. He left her in the cell for another half an hour while he stared out the window. He reached a decision and walked briskly to the cell. Opened the door. Smiled.
Remember me. (Hank)
She looked at him. She did not smile. She did not understand him. He signalled for her to follow him. She did. He led her to the interview rooms. Number three. Again. He indicated she should sit. He sat opposite her.
So. You are back with us. Can you tell me what happened? (Hank)
She looked at him. Confused. He mimed her plaguing her hands on the table. Palm down. She copied him. The table flickered into life. Welcome.
Please tell me why you are being deported. (Hank)
She read the translation. She looked away from the table. She looked at the door. A meter from the table. A meter space all sides of the table. A fortress of truth floating in a moat of brown carpet. One meter wide. She was sitting in the moat. The barrier between truth and the world.
I was wandering about London. (au pair)
Hank read the translation. He stared at it for a minute. He took her iPass out of his pocket. He held it to her. She reached for it. It lit at her touch. He did not let it go. He put is back in his pocket.
Sorry. Please excuse me. I will be back in a minute. (Hank)
99 :: Being watched
Hank was being watched. Hank knew he was being watched. Or he thought he was...