Tom Savvas turned and looked at him. It was a bit difficult not to notice Mr Muscles’ muscles. ‘About steroids. Thought to be on this flight. Know much about them, do you?’ Christopher looked quickly from face to face. Should Tom Savvas have given away that information about the tip off? Why did he tell Mr Muscles? Was he just researching for his story? Or was he warning him? Previously Tom Savvas’ voice was very soft. Why had he spoken so loudly when talking about the steroids tip off? Others in the queues nearby could hear, too. In between fussing with their jewellery, Mrs Silver and Mrs Gold might have heard. The priest was close, too. And the soccer player was just standing nearby, watching the customs queue. ‘I know a bit. Steroids are legal in other countries,’ Mr Muscles said to Tom. ‘And before that law was passed in ‘91, it was okay here too. Some elite athletes like to build up their muscles quickly. They like to look good. What’s wrong with that?’ Tom Savvas looked at Mr Muscles’ muscles.’ I can understand how you feel, but there are special dangers.’ ‘What kind of dangers?’ Mr Muscles’ face turned reddy-purple as he became cross.
