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The Approach
Jay owned exactly one suit, which he’d thought was fairly decent until he met Moran—who, at present, was locked into a disapproving orbit around Jay as he stood in front of the room’s full-length mirror, dressed in his shirt and trousers.
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Field Reconnaissance
They slid into one of the booths, heads bent close together. Jay stabbed a straw viciously through the lid of his tea and said, “I want to kill her. Can we kill her?”
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Crossed Paths
His appointment was booked for 4:30 PM. The receptionist had sternly told him not to be late. Jay proceeded to show up at 4:15, only to sit in the stuffy, overheated waiting room for the next forty-five minutes until they finally sent him to an examination room. There, he’d waited for another ten minutes before the doctor showed up.
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And Many Rabies Shots Ensued
The hospital had kept Sebastian a few days, pumping him full of vaccines and antibiotics and watching him like a lab rat. None of the doctors had treated a tiger mauling, and the fact that he’d spent a not-insubstantial amount of time lying in a ditch afterwards certainly didn’t help matters. Clearly, they’d decided not to take any chances.
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A Series of Spectacular Decisions
Derek Chapman’s plan to cut Moran out of the deal and sell the tiger himself had stalled on a logistical problem—namely, that Toby Wright’s van didn’t have a ramp.