When the old keeper forgot one latch, the 400-pound silverback reached through the steel

from Dana. He’ll train with Sasha if she keeps it short. But this?” He tipped his chin toward the mesh, where Winston’s fingers still rested on Tom’s sleeve. “Only Tom.”

Inside the corridor, Tom closed his eyes. He stayed that way for three seconds, maybe four, then opened them and patted Winston’s hand with the practiced gentleness of someone who had continue reading …