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

“So he’s responding to the gaps.”

“To the gaps,” Leena said, “and to Tom’s distress around them.”

Tom let out a breath that was almost a laugh. “Well, hell.”

Dana closed her eyes briefly.

Linda turned toward him. “Tom.”

“No, I mean—” He stopped, searched for the thought, and for a moment I saw panic move through him. Not because he had lost a word. Because continue reading …