Chapter 58

No more probing questions

“Ladies and gentlemen.” He swept with his arm, a gesture of grand welcome. The stable lights flared on at his cue and the reporters swarmed forward. “You may view Preston’s stall and you can see for yourselves the evidence of his horrible death. Note the kick marks on the north side where he obviously tried to defend himself. Imagine the horror of being trapped inside that fourteen-foot-square stall with an eight-hundred-pound tiger.”

Kate Smythe moaned and wiped her face, smearing her glossy fuchsia lipstick. Her husband drew an arm around her shoulders. Tartan motioned the cameras away, then thought better of it. If he couldn’t have the weeping child, the weeping mother would suffice. He was glad to note a few camera operators subtly filmed her as they panned over the stable interior.