TSA Agent Accuses Black Woman of Smuggling — Then Discovers She Runs Customs...
Chapter 4
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Fifteen minutes later, Grant spotted Harriet again, this time near a bustling coffee kiosk, calmly sipping a latte. He had stepped away from his station for a short break, partially to appease his throbbing tension headache, and partially out of curiosity. Why was Harriet still in the terminal if her flight was soon? Her gate should have been in a different concourse entirely, but she seemed to be loitering.He watched as she scrolled through something on her phone, her face maintaining that same calm he had seen earlier. When Grant stepped closer, he caught a glimpse of what looked like security footage on her screen.Immediately, his heart rate spiked. Why would a random passenger have security footage on her phone? Was she surveilling the airport? The thought alarmed him.Harriet noticed him from the corner of her eye and locked her phone. She offered a polite smile, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Her phone was now face down on the small coffee table.Grant's mind raced with scenarios: maybe she was a corporate security consultant or a local government official; maybe she was a terrorist operative. The last possibility sent chills down his spine. Should he confront her now, off duty for the moment, or report her to a superior? He didn't want to appear paranoid; TSA management had warned agents numerous times about discriminatory profiling. Still, the unusual nature of Harriet's phone activity made him uneasy.Before he could decide what to do, Harriet finished her coffee, placed the empty cup neatly on the table, and walked away, disappearing into the bustling crowd.Grant couldn't let go of his growing suspicion. On one hand, nothing Harriet had done was explicitly incriminating. On the other hand, every part of his gut told him she was more than she seemed. The notion was almost an obsession. As he returned to his post, he resolved that if he saw Harriet Brown in the terminal again, he would request a secondary screening, or at least an official inquiry. He would not let her vanish from the airport without ensuring she wasn't carrying contraband or up to no good. He just needed a solid reason.A little after 10:00 a.m., Grant's shift led him to another section of the security checkpoint, where he assisted in random screenings. He found himself scanning the crowd with renewed intensity, searching for Harriet's distinct figure. The last thing he wanted was to let a potential threat roam free. He justified his concern by telling himself stories about cunning smugglers who had breezed through security by simply appearing confident and well-dressed.