DAY 8 CONTINUED

“Actually I don't smoke but I've been around other people that were” and he tells me that the level of
scent on me is to strong with the dogs’ reaction that I must have been close to the person. So I've got 4 k9 unit customs officers around
me asking me questions and they write something on my declaration card so I go and pick up my luggage and I already knew I was screwed
so the last check out I go through she sends me to the right and the exit is to the left and I've already waited in a line of like a 100 people
to get through customs and I have to pee really bad but here I go into this other room with another line where they check all your bags.

I’ve waited patiently in line and am called up by the next officer who happens to be a woman. I hand her my declaration.

“Oh I’m sorry miss I’m not allowed to search your bag. The lead officer of the K9 Unit has requested that he search you please go down
to the end of the room and sit on the bench for him.”

The officer starts telling me that anything I tell him about what I did on vacation won’t be used against me and that he just wants the
truth and then I can go... So he starts by asking me about the weed smell on my clothes I tell him that I had met a friend down there
and that he smoked weed. They wanted his name I told him his name and he asked how I knew him so I told him the truth.

“So you're a single white solo traveler meeting up in Jamaica and you smell of drugs”

He asked me a million questions.. His birth date etc they ran his name. He asked me everywhere I stayed what date I bought my ticket.
He searched everything in my bag. Then he passes this piece of fabric to me and asks me to rub it between my hands and then he
gives it to some lady.

“So you said you don't smoke right? And that you haven't smoked on your vacation?”

“Yes”

“Well that piece of fabric is going to tell me if you're lying.”

So this machine starts beeping like crazy and he goes

“I'm sorry my dear you just failed the drug test. You're positive for Cocaine!!”

“That’s impossible sir I haven’t done any Cocaine neither have I been around it”

“Well it's on your hands so did Andre ask you to bring drugs back here?”

“No he wouldn’t do that”

“This doesn’t make sense and unless you can make me understand why you have cocaine on your hands I'm going to keep you here”

He starts asking me if it's in me ? If I have it on me? That if it's in a vaginal bag that it's dangerous and that he's protecting me.
He continues on now with my trip asking different questions. He goes through my wallet and finds my ex boyfriends health card.

“Who is this and why do you have his ID?”

****!!!

“He's my ex and I was holding it for him a while ago and just never gave it back or threw it out”

He asks me the last time I've seen him I said over a month ago but he's in jail

****!!

So now he looks at me and wants to know about my ex.

“You don’t' look like a stupid person and I'm not trying to insult your intelligence but your single young white girl and look at the
company you tend to keep?”

**** you!

“Have you done any jail time?” I said none he runs my name.

Now remember I've had to go pee now for almost an hour and I can't hold it anymore. So I tell him I really need to use the bathroom.
He tells me we can arrange that but you'll use a special toilet and you'll have two women guards with you.

“Because I still don't feel comfortable with your explanation about the cocaine after you have your bathroom break I want you to know
that I have the authority to FURTHER search you at the highest level meaning that you will be stripped searched and your cavity's searched for drugs.”

Now I'm getting upset and my voice is a little shaky and I can feel my eyes watering up but I’m determined not to cry in front of this man.

“I'm telling you the truth though there isn't anything more I can tell you.”

“Well if you have nothing to hide then what's the big deal.”

“It's an invasion of my privacy and a violation to my body but I guess you'll find out I'm not lying when you humiliate me.”

The female officers show up and she has me face the wall with my legs spread my hands on my head and my knees bent where she continues
to frisk me she even put her hands up and under the wire of my bra checked all the top of my pants along the waist band etc and then we all
went to the bathroom together. This toilet was this huge metal box like an "outhouse" type of toilet but metal and you can't flush.
When I come out of the washroom the man starts on me again.

“Amanda you are the perfect candidate to be a victim of this kind of thing. I'm only trying to help you, you put yourself here not me and if
Andre is hurting you or making you do anything against your will you can just tell me right now because if you have drugs in or on you we
will find them.”

He is staring at me and I'm keeping his eye contact as much as I can because I'm nervous and upset and tired.

“I'm not a stupid person I would never be someone's mule and jeopardize myself that way”

Some lady comes over and starts drilling me about Andre, when is he coming back Amanda??? You know tell us.. That sort of thing.
The K9 Officer radios over his walkie talkie for two female officers to conduct a search on a female passenger.

“Would you like a lawyer?”

“No but can we get this over with my father is waiting for me”

The officer plugs my phone in now and checks through my messages asking me who different people are.

“Okay Amanda this is what I'm going to do I'm going to let you go... I had the cavity search scheduled and there are definitely parts
of your story that don't make any sense to me but I'm going to let you go. Just know that this wasn't personal and that I'm only trying to
protect you. When Andre comes back to Canada like I know he will because I bet he's making moves to do just that and using you somehow
I'll be happy to pull him over through customs and grab him for anything he has and I'll tell him that "Mandy says hi"”

Mandy????

Since when had we become friends where he felt comfortable shortening my name. Somewhere between invading my privacy and threatening me?

I looked at the clock and it was 10:45pm I had been questioned, interrogated, threatened, bullied and searched for the last 3 hours.
My father and my 5 year old nephew were supposed to pick me up and my phone started ringing before I left the interrogation area.

“Amanda where the hell are you!?? Did you get on the plane?”

“Mother I was almost strip searched”

“Oh”

“I’ll talk to you later”

On the way home I recount most of the episode to my father and he’s livid that I was being held for so long

“You know when you go to Jamaica you’re red flagged now. When they pull you over again because they will,
I want you to say nothing and ask for a lawyer because when they give you your strip search you’ll want it documented”

*sigh* I suppose I could have gotten that female officers name at least.. It seems to me her and I are going to get better acquainted.

He turns to me finally when we’ve both seemed to calm down a tiny bit.

“Well was it worth it?”

“Huh?”

“The three hours of interrogation and the possible cavity search, was the trip worth it”

“Every second of it.”