he got nearer the doorway, he began to walk faster. He was sure he had done it again. He enjoyed outsmarting the airport agents.
But then a tall, broad-shouldered man with a brown mustache stepped in front of him. He took The Chameleon completely by surprise.
âExcuse me, sir, I need to see your passport,â the officer said.
Surprised as he was, The Chameleon didnât show it. He smiled at the officer. âOf course,â he said. He began to reach into his pocket. Then he ran.
The Chameleon sprinted for the doorway, sending people scattering out of his way. He pushed past people who were wheeling their luggage or using hand trucks. He knocked people down.
Then The Chameleon spotted a moving platform that sped people along toward the exit. He jumped on it and began elbowing people out of the way.
âEverybody stand aside,â yelled the agent who had first spotted The Chameleon. He had already called for backup. Agents had radioed ahead and others were blocking all the doors.
Soon six other agents were racing down the moving platform after The Chameleon. But he was fast! And he was determined, too. He had never been caught before, and he didnât intend for this to be the first time.
But his luck had run out. As he jumped off the platform, two agents stepped in front of him, blocking his way. Then the one who had spotted him stopped him from turning around. Agents swarmed in from everywhere, and he was surrounded. He was only twenty feet from the doorway.
The Chameleon didnât give up easily. He hadnât gotten to be the biggest, wealthiest animal smuggler in the world by caving in.
When the agents of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service sat him down in an office and questioned him, he pretended not to know what they were talking about. He claimed to be an honest businessman on a holiday.
âThe warehouses you are telling me about are breeding farms. I am exporting animals bred and raised in captivity. They are not wild animals.â
âNice try,â said Sam Snell, senior agent. âWe have an old friend of yours ready to testify that you smuggled wild animals. You hired people to grab them right where they live. Sometimes you even hired poachers to pose as tourists to go to other countries to transport them.â
A sleazy, self-satisfied smile spread across The Chameleonâs face. âI can guarantee that none of my people would tell you that.â
Agent Snellâs next words wiped the smile off The Chameleonâs face. âWhat about your old pal Aldo? He had plenty to say when we caught him red-handed. He sang like a canary when he wanted to help save his own skin.â
Snell clicked his teeth with his tongue. âItâs too bad you didnât try exporting canaries. Now thereâs a nice legal business. But that probably wouldnât suit you, would it?â he said as he leaned toward The Chameleon.
âYou know, Iâve been in this line of work a long time. Iâm tired of seeing guys like you who think they can get away with whatever they want to. Rules donât apply to them. Aldo was like that, too. Then they find out that they can get caught just like anybody else.â
âI donât believe he said anything against me.â The Chameleon laughed nervously. âBesides, what could he say? I run breeding farms.â
Snell snorted again. âAny time you want to quit lying, just feel free. Please make it soon because Iâm tired of fooling around. Iâd like to get home to my wife and kids by dinnertime.â
But Snell didnât get home before dinner. He was lucky that he made it in time for a late-night snack. The Chameleon didnât give up easily. He kept saying that what he was doing was perfectly legal.
Finally Agent Snell made a call to Captain Montez in Manaus. He told him that he had arrested The ChameleonâWaldo Lou. Then he told The Chameleon what he had learned from Captain Montez.
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