Mike Dixon

The pair continued to argue. David felt sorry for them. It
was clear that Daryl had no business sense. He‟d had a series
of scatter-brained schemes and they‟d all ended in dis-
aster. Now he was venturing into operations that fell foul of
the law. But it wasn‟t the law that worried Noelene. It was
the people who employed them.
„They‟ll fix us, Daryl. If they think we‟re a risk to them
they‟ll do away with us!‟ Her voice verged on hysteria. „Have
you ever thought how easy it would be for us to disappear?
Who would care if we just vanished? Who knows we‟re here?‟
Daryl tried to console her.
„The crocs are coming good.‟
„No, Daryl. They‟re not going anywhere. You‟ve got to ac-
cept that.‟
„It‟s just a matter of time.‟
„We don‟t have time, Daryl. They‟re coming tonight and
we‟ve got David here. I don‟t want him at risk. They‟ll be
wanting to spend the night here before they fly on. They
could see David. Can‟t you get that into your stupid head?‟
„David‟s not part of what I‟m doing with Kim.‟
„I don‟t bloody care how he fits in,‟ Noelene screamed. „I
just don‟t want to see him hurt. He can spend the night with
the old Dutchman. Have you been up there recently?‟
„No. Why should I?‟
„I worry about him. He‟s up there with only those two big
dogs for company. I wonder what would happen if he was
taken ill. My father knew an old man like him who died and
when they found him he‟d been half eaten by his dogs.‟
They continued to argue.
David made his way back to his room, hanging onto the
roof joists, treading carefully, fearful that the house would
collapse under him. He‟d worked out where Daryl‟s office
was located and had found the trapdoor leading to it. His ex-