"Come on." Peter stepped into the muddy waters of the river and then looked expectantly back at Neal. "Well?"

Neal looked at the waters with concern. "When you said we were going fishing for clues, I didn't realize you were talking about actual fishing."

"I told you to bring boots," Peter reminded him.

Neal looked down at his feet. "I brought boots." Real alligator leather too.

Peter waded further into the river and dipped his scoop net into the water. He looked back at Neal. "Those alligators did fine in the river when they were alive."

Neal sighed.

"Come on."