Predator. Faye Kellerman

about a half hour ago from a unit adjacent to his. Something stinks inside Penny’s apartment.”

      “That’s not good.”

      “Not good but not unusual, considering his age. Okay. So he’s been dead for a couple of days. We can deal with that. But here’s the problem. The complainant has been hearing strange sounds coming from his apartment.”

      “Like?”

      “Clicking, scratching, and an unmistakable roaring.”

      “Roaring? As in a lion roaring?”

      “Or it could be some other big cat. The complainant had gathered up some of his fellow apartment dwellers along with the building’s manager, whose name is George Paxton. I talked to the manager, told him I was sending some people down to get everyone out of the apartment building—as in immediately.”

      “God yes! We need a total evacuation of the structure.”

      “If you want the apartment buildings adjacent to be evacuated for good measure, I’ll radio for more units.”

      “Yeah, go ahead. Better to be safe, right. You’ve called animal control?”

      “Of course. I’ve requested people with experience working with big cats. That might take awhile.”

      Decker shook his head. “This is crazy.”

      “It’s a first for me.”

      Silence.

      Decker said, “How did you end up with the call?”

      “Someone in-house transferred the call to homicide. Not a bad decision, considering we’ve got an old recluse, a rotten smell, and a roaring animal. I’d say the chance for finding a dead body is very high.”

      The area was largely residential: a mix of apartments, condos, and single-family homes, but there was a small strip mall of businesses located across the street from the address. The black night mixed with floodlights and with blinking lights from the bars on the cruisers. Several ambulances had been called and were standing by, just in case. After double parking, Decker and Marge got out, flashed their badges, and were allowed entry into the activity. About fifty yards up was a huddle of animal control agents in tan uniforms. He and Marge fast walked over to the circle and displayed their badges. At that specific moment, something bestial let out a ferocious bellow. Decker jumped back. The roar was especially eerie because it was a foggy and moonless night. He held up his hands in a helpless gesture. “What the hey?”

      A sandy-haired, muscular man in his thirties stuck out his hand, first to Marge, then to Decker. Introductions were made all around—three men and a woman roughly ranging in age from midtwenties to midforties. “Ryan Wilner.”

      Decker said, “I thought it was going to take a while for you guys to get here.”

      “Me and Hathaway were in GLAZA, teaching a seminar on big cats. Zoo is a straight shot to here if there’s no traffic.”

      Hathaway was tall and bald. His first name was Paul. He said, “We’re usually the big cat guys, but we do everything.”

      Marge said, “How often do you deal with wild animals?”

      “Wild animals all the time—raccoons, skunks, possum … even bears coming in from Angeles Crest. Exotics are another bag of tricks. We deal with a big cat maybe once a year, mostly lions or tigers, but I’ve done jaguars and leopards. Couple times I’ve been asked to help out with wolf-hybrid packs that had turned on their owner.”

      Wilner said, “I just did a chimp about a month ago.”

      “Lots of reptiles.” The woman who spoke had close-cropped blond hair and gray eyes and stood about six feet. Her name tag said andrea jullius. “Local poisonous snakes like California rattlers or sidewinders. But like Ryan said, we get the exotics. Just recently, me and Jake pulled out a Gaboon viper and a monitor lizard from a trailer in Saugus.”

      Jake was Jake Richey. He was in his twenties with yellow hair. He looked like a surfer dude. “I’ve done lots of snake captures, but that was my first Gaboon viper.”

      Andrea said, “You wouldn’t believe the things people keep as pets, including crocs and alligators.”

      “What about that grizzly about a year ago?” Hathaway said. “That was a trick.”

      Wilner said, “And how about that female Asian elephant two years ago? In the same month, we captured a runaway male bison that was the family pet until it went into puberty and nearly took down the entire house.”

      But Decker was concentrating on the problem at hand. “How on earth do you get a big cat into Los Angeles?”

      “Mail order. You acquire some land and a license and say you’re going to set up a breeding program or a for-profit zoo or circus.”

      “That is crazy!” Marge said.

      “Not as crazy as the people who keep them as pets,” Andrea Jullius said.

      Wilner said, “People are delusional; always think that they have magical powers over the beast. Inevitably a wild animal lives up to its name. That’s where we come in. If everything works out well, the animal winds up in a sanctuary. It’s no fun putting down an animal that isn’t doing anything wrong except living out its DNA.”

      Another fierce roar pierced the miasma. Decker and Marge exchanged glances. She said, “That animal sounds pissed.”

      “It’s very pissed,” Wilner said. “We’re going over our next step.”

      “Which is?” Decker said.

      “Drill some peepholes and see what we’re dealing with.”

      “My bet’s on a Bengal female tiger,” Hathaway said.

      “I agree,” Wilner said. “A male lion would be five times as loud. When the area is cleared out, we’ll put on some protective gear and drill some holes. Once we see what we’re working with, we figure out how to tranquilize it and get it out of here before we have a major problem.”

      Another howl echoed through the dripping fog. It was engulfing, as if being swallowed alive. Decker spoke to Marge. “We should assign some agents to the apartment doorway, just in case our friend feels like busting loose.”

      “One step ahead of you. It’s already done,” Wilner said. “I got one with a tranquilizing gun, one with a hunting gun. We aren’t taking any chances.” He turned to Agent Andrea Jullius. “What’s going on with the equipment from the zoo?”

      “Twenty more minutes.”

      Wilner tossed keys to Hathaway. “You wanna go get the protective gear?”

      “Sure,” Hathaway said.

      “Do you have a vest for me?” Decker said. “I want to take a look through the peepholes. Homicide was called because the apartment was rented to an old man.”

      “Our policy is no civilians,” Wilner told him. “And what are the chances that the old man inside is still alive?”

      Decker said, “This is my community, and I feel responsible for everything that goes on here. I want to see the layout of the apartment so I know what I’m dealing with.”

      “It’s gonna be grisly.”

      “I’ve done grisly before. Once I saw a dead guy being gnawed on by a wild mountain lion. It bothered me, but that’s okay. When things stop bothering me, I’ll know it’s time to quit.”

       CHAPTER TWO

      With his pillow vibrating underneath his head, Gabe awoke with a start. It was eleven in the evening and he’d been out for an hour, falling asleep with his glasses on, his