Chapter 82

Jared had to work to keep sharpness from his voice. “That’ll cover some pictures, too. Let’s see the cat.”

Peter tugged out their camera and looped it around his neck.

“Two, really. Two fer the price of one!” Hillbilly Boy hitched up his dirty jeans and led them behind one of the RVs. The smell grew stronger, became a stench.

Jared’s stomach fell when he went around the corner.

A tigress lay bunched in a makeshift cage, no more than eight feet long. Her fur was dirty, crusted with filth, some of it her own. Her ribs were prominent, her eyes too large in her thin skull.

Jared chuffed at her.

No response. The tigress lay still, and even though her eyes were open, she didn’t acknowledge the four humans a few feet away. Peter glanced at Jared and raised the camera. Jared nodded and Peter started shooting. Documenting.

At her belly, a cub tugged fiercely at one of her teats. Two of her nipples were crusted with blood.

Oh, she’s sick, bad sick and he’s not getting enough food.