A man stood there, one hand held a coffee mug the other phone. He was blond and tall. He closed the phone and pocketed it, taking a wincing sip of coffee probably from the heat. "Hello, Evan. My name is Agent Cormac McClaggen. I’m from Interpol working with the SIS here in Australia. Do you have a moment to talk to me? I want to ask you a few questions about your flight last night." Evan nodded but clutched the strap of the bag a bit tighter. This felt wrong. 