Jared saw his friend’s unease. “Remember what happened to Bobo. We can’t have the press getting hold of this. Just regular volunteers. And I want to keep the cats’ schedule going, regular food and medicine.”
“Slow down. We need some help in here first. Let’s work the lists and see what we can get going.”
“Sultan’s out there, Peter! He could get hurt.” Jared’s heart squeezed and his chest flushed hot and cold.
“He’s a 750-pound Siberian tiger—”
“That’s my point.”
“Look, you’re in no shape to be trailing him. We need to be rational here. Now, please, help me get some staff in here to help with him and the rest of the cats. We can’t do this alone, Jared. Please.”
Jared felt his stomach flip over. A wildlife handler’s worst nightmare. A Class 1 carnivore loose. His mind raced with dreadful scenarios. Sultan running into traffic, getting lost in the confusing smells of the suburbs. A panicked homeowner with a shotgun, a rifle…