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

assumed otherwise.

“Winston knows,” he said finally.

Linda’s eyes moved to mine.

“He knows something,” I said.

Tom gave a short, humorless laugh. “That’s what everyone says when they don’t want to say the worse thing.”

“It’s also the accurate thing.”

He looked at me then, and I could see why the staff still followed him. Even afraid, he had a steadiness continue reading …