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

stress,” I said.

“No construction.”

“New disinfectant?”

“No.”

“Change in diet, troop dynamics, weather pattern, pain, sleep?”

Tom looked past me at Miguel. “You two making a list behind my back?”

Miguel’s mouth opened, then closed.

That was the second thing I noticed. Miguel was not only worried about Winston.

Tom saw it too. His expression shifted for less continue reading …