Oleg wanted to remain in his bunk as the ship approached Ellis Island. This wasn’t the first time he’d arrived in the US through this port. Yet he knew not joining the ship’s excited occupants would arouse unwanted suspicion.
He stood on the deck apart from the crowd at the rails, staring towards shore through the dim light of a cloudy dawn.
“Mama!” a pointing child cried. “The statue!”
Oleg smiled. Later today, he’d be processed with forged papers. Once he cleared customs with the other immigrants, he could then deliver the package he’d been paid so well to convey.
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