AT 21:45, G WAS WHISTLING on the walkway.
Bryce came out of the yacht to meet him.
‘This is it! It’s the big swim.’
He could tell Bryce was all psyched up, bubbling over with excitement.
He’s really insane, concluded G.
‘I’m rarin’ to go!’
Bryce tossed the wetsuit to G.
‘Suit up. Trust me; there’s nothing better than night diving. It’s only twelve miles. It’s rough, and the water is freezing. And there could be sharks, so stay sharp.’
‘Are you f*****g kidding me?’
‘No, just sayin’,’ Bryce replied with a wink. ‘Don’t worry; I’ve got your back.’
The American looked out at the twinkling lights across the pond. It didn’t look far. He thought about it logically: Twelve miles is really nothing, so surely this can’t be too bad.
They changed into their wetsuits and packed their shoes, p
