"What does the man look like?"
"In his forties, White, dark brown hair, a bit curly, wears glasses, speaks with an accent... sounds like from Eastern Europe, he drives an old Ford pickup."
"What else did he say?"
"He said after it's done, someone will meet me and take me to Canada, give me a new identity."
John sobbed, "I need money, my sister is sick, we can't afford the medicine... I just want to save her..."
Becker stared at him for a few seconds, judging that there was about seventy percent truth in his words.
He signaled the adjutant to untie John and handed over a pack of tissues.
"Where is your sister?"
"In the refugee camp... the one to the west, within Missouri." John wiped his tears, "She's coughing badly, has a fever..."
Becker nodded at the adjutant, "Note down his sister's characteristics and location, contact our informants in Missouri, try to find her."
