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and tried to read the typewritten baggage label.
    â€˜MR SMITH. CAIRNS That doesn’t tell us much.’
    â€˜Customs and Quarantine always check those left on the carousel,’ added Christopher.
    Tom nodded. ‘And so did I. Then the sniffer dog checked them. Nothing suspicions about those bags. Just mis-directed. One was labelled Adelaide.’
    Amy imagined someone in Adelaide with no clothes on. And no toothbrush or pyjamas! Or what if the wrong person got the wrong bag with the wrong clothes inside? Amy imagined some unusual mismatches.
    Like Dad in baby clothes. Or Aunty Viv with colourful high fashion model stuff. Amy giggled. But Aunty Viv couldn’t EVER lose her plane luggage. She was too scared to fly anywhere. Although she could get lost on the ground quite easily. Somewhere near Cairns.
    â€˜Mum says that some baggage has a mind of its own. Once Dad’s camera bag went to India instead of Indonesia,’ Christopher remembered. ‘And Mum’s bag went from Melbourne to Hong Kong, via London. She reckons there’s a special sky port full of lost luggage. And some of it is ours. Especially the stuff with broken wheels.’
    Amy decided it was time for the frequent flyer sleuths to get back to the job of finding the smuggler or smugglers.
    â€˜Do steroids all come in on planes?’ asked Amy.
    â€˜No. Sometimes they’re hidden in ships’ cargoes. Sometimes they’re posted in the mail. Other times passengers smuggle them in.
    Gloria’s tip-off today is reliable. Steroids are coming in on this flight.
    They’re in the airport now. We just have to find them.’
    â€˜Who gave the tip-off?’ asked Amy.
    â€˜Gloria’s sources.’ Tom put a hand to his mouth. ‘Secret.’
    Amy and Christopher looked at the VERY slowly moving queue to the GREEN and to the RED customs channels. They’d moved forward one space in the last ten minutes. The only fast Customs line was the one reserved for the crew. Air crew in uniforms went through quickly.
    â€˜Crew are checked, too, aren’t they?’
    â€˜Yes. But the tip-off said a smuggling passenger, not crew.’
    â€˜A passenger or passengers?’ Christopher had been listening.
    Surprised, Tom looked up. ‘I missed that. Yes. She said ‘passenger’ so it would be only one smuggler.’
    â€˜But there still could be others.’ Amy fiddled with her purple and aqua backpack. Edwina wanted to move, too.
    Tom flipped through his notebook. Amy noticed that he also had a second, tiny tape recorder in his top pocket.
    Just then, Mr Muscles strolled across. He left his bags to keep his place in the line. His face still looked red. But everybody was hot and tired by now. Travelling was like work for some people except for the Islander baby in the brightly patterned top whose mother was humming to her. That baby had more hair than Mr Muscles.
    Instantly Tom’s hand went to his top pocket. Something clicked.
    â€˜Here,’ Mr Muscles gave Amy the rolled up newspaper. ‘You wanted to have a read. It will pass the time. Give it to me outside.’
    The Green queue in which Mr Muscles was standing, started to move now. ‘I must get back in line.’
    â€˜Thanks. But no thanks.’ Amy gave the newspaper back to Mr Muscles. She’d read a lot on the plane. She didn’t feel like reading in the queue. She’d rather people-watch. Besides, Mum said NEVER carry anything through Customs for someone else. They might be using you to smuggle goods.
    Meanwhile, the soccer team lined up in the Customs Hall.
    Christopher watched the guy with the different socks and the plain navy track suit. Most of the team were joking and laughing. He seemed to be quiet and out of the fun. None of the others was joking with him.
    â€˜Perhaps he’s just shy,’ suggested Amy looking in the same direction.
    â€˜His case is pretty heavy. Look how he moves it,’