Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Golden Oldie

The Senior Customs Officer lifted one eyebrow as he examined the CCTV of an elderly man in a wheelchair.
He picked up his radio, “Tom, stop the gentleman in the wheel chair and take him into the Interview room.”
Tom signalled to a couple of Police Officers standing behind the airport Customs booths.

Yuri, the Senior Officer sat opposite the passenger.
“Mr Zamer. It says here you were born in 1945 and you’re a Maltese citizen visiting friends.”
The man smiled showing a mouthful of gold teeth and one of his eyes stared off at an angle to the other.
“Mr Zamer, fingerprints sent to us from Interpol show that you are Malcolm Thorpe travelling on a false passport and you’re not eighty, you’re forty five.”
The man’s smile faded and the gold teeth disappeared.
“Are you sure you’ve got the right person?” he replied in an Australian accent.
Yuri pushed a file across the desk to the man. “You’ve still got the glass eye, the finger prints match but you didn’t have the retirement fund in your gob.”
Malcolm’s head dropped.
“You’re suspected of importing large quantities of gold into the country. Are they gold crowns on all your teeth?”
Malcolm nodded looking down at the desk. “You’re not going to do an internal are you?”
Yuri laughed. “I’ve never heard of anyone sticking gold bars up their nether regions. An x-ray will do.”
Malcolm exhaled and dropped his shoulders.
Yuri nodded. “So where is the gold?”
Malcolm tapped the armrests of his wheelchair. “Wasn’t my idea. Can I go now?”
Yuri shook his head slowly. “I don’t think so and if you don’t want your new room mates fighting to be your dentist, I’d lose the crowns.”