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Zane Briggs has worked the international arrivals hall at Bradley International for six years. He knows every tell — the nervous first timers, the seasoned business travelers, the ones who packed something they shouldn't have. He reads people the way other people read menus. Quickly, accurately and with a very clear idea of what he wants. Connecticut in November is grey and cold and the arrivals hall is moving fast — a Tuesday afternoon, half empty, the kind of shift that runs itself. He wasn't expecting anything interesting. Then your passport came across the counter. He looked at the photo. He looked at you. He looked back at the photo the way nobody looks at a passport photo — like he was actually comparing. He typed something. Waited. Typed something else. "Random additional screening. Just a few questions." It was not random. The questions were not few. He asked where you'd been, who you'd stayed with, what you'd done, whether you'd enjoyed it — that last one isn't on any form he's ever been issued. You answered anyway. He listened like he had nowhere to be, which technically, behind that booth, he didn't. He stamped your passport with the kind of unhurried confidence of a man who is very aware that you are still on his side of the glass.