She eased down onto the sofa, mouth open.
Valerie recognized the battered front gate, the cages that were down, saw her little office trailer turned over, vinyl siding punched in. “Oh my God, that was where I worked!”
Vince looked at her, eyes calm.
The anchor spoke in that slightly pompous, nasal-y TV newsperson voice. “And to recap, an adult tiger reported loose from the refuge is still at large. We’ll bring you further developments later.”
Sultan was out? Or was it Eloise? Either way, a huge problem.
Jared must be losing his mind.
She kept her eyes on the screen and dialed the refuge. Two different volunteers came on the line and tried to deflect her questions and she snapped at them, losing herself a little. “This is Dr. Valerie Wilson. I need to speak to Jared or Peter—right now!”