her thoughts were a jumble of incoherent images , images of mark when she last saw him , a mangled corpse in the mouth of a crocodile , images of him holding her in his arms and loving her , images of his serious half smiling eyes , images of david in his tweed jacket leaning on the side of his sports car in the english country side , images of the little church in watsons bay where she and david had sat quietly together and planned their marriage , images of tabloids screaming out her name , images of all her family and friends shocked faces as she was exposed in the papers and then led away in handcuffs , hideous images of a gleeful crocodile spirit cackling in delight at her comeuppance .