IT SEEMED STRANGE PARKING in the central business district of a capital city to see crocodiles. Shouldn’t they be a safe distance from the general population? We wandered past Shenannigans, Rachael’s favourite Irish Pub, and across the road to Crocosaurus Cove.
“Who’s game to dive with the crocs?” Rachael asked, looking at Kyle.
“Those things are bigger than ‘gators. You’d have to be mad to get in the water with one of them,” Austin said.
“You’ll be in a cage. The crocs won’t be able to touch you,” Rachael reassured, maintaining eye contact with Kyle. “I’m gonna do it.”
“Well, count me in,” said Kyle, smiling back at her.
Bradley stood a little taller. “Me too.”
Austin glanced around the group and shrugged. “Might as well.”
My grip tightened around my handbag strap. There was no way
