"Dylan Smith?" The female officer called out, bringing his attention back to her. "Mr. Smith, please step aside."
"I-Is there a problem?" He asked.
She looked at his documents then back at him with a growing frown, "Step aside, sir."
"What's going on? Hey! What are you doing with that?" His voice was laced with panic when he saw his luggage being detained. "What's going on?"
Whispers bloomed among the onlookers as they watched the panic stricken young man. Even the goons who were exiting the terminal could not help but watch in displeasure.
"What do you think he did?"
"Being caught by Officer May is every criminal's worst nightmare."
"Nothing gets past her."
"I know a guilty man when I see one. Why is it always the good-looking ones?"
Officer May ignored the whispers and focused on Dylan who had now stepped aside. "We need your cooperation on an investigation."
"What's this about?"
