I looked round to see if we were all there, and noticed that Hussin had disappeared.

It did not matter, for he was not on the passports.
We followed as we were directed through an open door.

There was a man standing with his back towards us looking at a wall map, a very big man with a neck that bulged over his collar.

I would have known that neck among a million.

At the sight of it I made a half-turn to bolt back.
It was too late, for the door had closed behind us and there were two armed sentries beside it.
The man slewed round and looked into my eyes.