Was he in the trailer? Mashed up against a cage, hot air that smelled like raw eggs blasted against his face. He tried to move, and pain shot through his side. He groaned, and the animal replied. “Nice...whatever you are.” Shera? He hoped not, but at least the thing was in the cage. Jonah couldn’t move away from the animal, tucked as he was in there, tight between two cages with his head by the door. At least as far as he could tell from the way the truck had stopped and the cold air on his neck, presumably from a bad seal in the trailer’s door, he’d been thrown in feetfirst. He couldn’t decide which he preferred—cold air from outside or warm tiger breath that smelled. His hands were tied behind his back, his earpiece had been removed. The wig and beanie were who knew where. His phone—the only way the marshals would know where he was—didn’t feel like it was in his back pocket.
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