A couple of years ago I caught a plane to Heathrow Airport, London, after conducting an audit in the US. I collected my luggage from baggage claim and waited in line like everyone else for the hotel bus. All of a sudden I was overcome with a dreadful realisation - something was wrong with the people in front of me. The man, Caucasian and dressed in scruffy clothes, was with a young, traditionally dressed, Mexican woman and her two children, a boy and girl, who were no more than seven or eight-years-old. I noticed they weren't talking to one another, had no luggage and the man was holding the woman and children's passports and travel documents. I was convinced they were being trafficked but I didn't know what to do. Should I ring the police, contact airport security or tell the bus driver? However, doubt crept in. I could be mistaken. They could know each other. In the end,I got on the bus and did nothing.
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