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dangers?’ Mr Muscles’ face turned reddy-purple as he became cross. His whole body seemed to swell with anger. ‘That’s rubbish! Athletes should be able to make their own decisions about their own bodies. Governments have too much say in how we run our lives.
    Too many rules and regulations. They shouldn’t run our sport, too. Athletes aren’t ‘jocks’ with no brains. They can decide for themselves.’ Tom Savvas nodded.
    â€˜But only if they know ALL the facts. Some crooks have been passing off steroids meant for animals and selling them to humans. That’s illegal and dangerous because they don’t know what the effects might be.’
    â€˜If athletes are stupid enough not to check, then it’s their own fault.’ Mr Muscles walked away, his track pants tight, like a second skin over his leg muscles. He moved like a well trained racing animal.
    Tom flicked off his tape. ‘Got all that.’
    â€˜Why did you record him?’ Christopher was fascinated.
    â€˜Might be useful later. Now, Gloria seemed to think that you twins could help. Smugglers don’t take as much notice of kids hanging around. But they do notice an adult alone. Especially a journalist or a customs officer.’
    â€˜How do we know what the smuggler will do?’ As Christopher was thinking, he pushed back his glasses.
    â€˜He, she or they will have to get the steroids through Customs and out of the airport. It’s possible that the steroids will be passed to a contact outside, in the Customs Hall. That’s where the visitors wait for passengers to arrive.
    â€˜Aunty Viv won’t be here for hours. We can look around,’ offered
    Amy. Sleuthing at airports was fun.
    â€˜Of course, the parcel might be dumped somewhere for the contact to collect later.’
    â€˜Like the luggage lockers outside?’ suggested Amy. Most airports had banks of lockers. Travellers paid to leave bags locked inside. It saved carrying heavy luggage while looking around a new place. No-one checked what went into the lockers, as long as you paid for the key.
    â€˜Good thinking. But then there’d be a key which would have to be left somewhere, too.’
    â€˜Would the smugglers know each other by sight?’
    â€˜Maybe. But maybe they have to identify themselves in some way.’
    Amy laughed. ‘They’re not going to stand in the Customs Hall with a label saying CONTACT FOR ILLEGAL STEROID SMUGGLER!’
    â€˜Easy to draw THAT.’ Christopher smiled. ‘Just joking!’
    â€˜Why not design a FOR SALE sign,’ joked Amy. ‘Or a JOURNALIST IN NEED OF STORY’ sign?’
    Still smiling, Tom explained about the newspaper deadline for his story. ‘I can send it through .’ He tapped his black laptop bag.’ But we need the facts in the next two hours if possible.’
    That fitted the E.T.A. (Estimated Time of Arrival) of Aunty Viv and the Animal Actors van. So the twins offered to help, as long as the airline minder would let them.
    â€˜The queue’ s moving now. Let’s go. But keep your eyes and ears open.’
    The soccer player turned away. He’d been listening all the time.

Chapter 8
Customs Hall/Haul
    A blank dark glass window faced them. It acted like a mirror.
    Christopher could see himself, but at the same time, he wondered who was watching him. A one way mirror seemed unfair, even if you weren’t doing anything wrong. He turned. There was only one traveller in front of them now. Then the Customs officers.
    â€˜We knew these International Games in Cairns were likely to attract smugglers. But Gloria was not sure how they’ll smuggle in the steroids. Unaccompanied baggage is one way.’
    â€˜That’s bags without owners.’ said Amy. ‘We saw a couple of bags left on the carousel. And there’s another one over there.’
    She pointed to the table marked BAGGAGE. Amy twisted her head sideways