as Lane Hoffman seemed to him, maybe the man did have feelings for his father. But, damn, his attorney antenna said this man was covering up something.
“I can look into that,” Nick said. “As a favor for Brittany.”
The two of them stared at each other. A lamb baaed, and the ostrich Ann had been petting strutted off. Nick was amazed to see a flamingo sprint by with Jackson chasing it. Despite the tragedy here, this place had a certain strange charm, something Lane obviously didn’t get despite his The Carnival of the Animals music.
As Claire and Ann came back, Nick said, “If you two don’t mind, we’ll just go see Brittany before we leave. She has my number in case you need any advice. I’d be happy to help with anything, minus which music to pick to calm the savage beasts around here.”
“You know a lot of people misquote that,” Lane called after them. “It’s correctly said, music to soothe a savage breast—of people, that is. And some of us need that. Evidently my father did, and—as usual in his life—went about it entirely too gung ho.”
As they walked over the moat bridge, Claire observed to Nick, “No wonder Jace said Brit doesn’t get along with her brother. I’ll cut him some slack since he’s no doubt shocked and grieving.”
“Maybe in the orbit he travels, he was ashamed of them and this little place and feels guilty now.”
“I read anger in him covered by flippancy. And I read avoidance in Ann.”
“Lane may not want me on the case, but I see you’re working it already.”
“Not really. It’s just me, curious but cautious. Look, Nick,” she said, pointing, “both of them are pacing.”
They stopped when they turned the corner by the otter and beaver display. The tiger was stalking back and forth again as it had before, and Brittany was pacing with it, though she could hardly keep up, on the outside of the bars, but as fiercely and seemingly just as caged.
Claire had to call Brittany’s name to break the spell. She jerked her head around and frowned.
“Oh, glad you’re here. I’m just trying to calm him down. And myself too, of course. I think Darcy said you’re a shrink,” she told Claire as she left the edge of the cage, climbed the restraining fence and came closer. “I could use that as well as a lawyer, I think.”
“Actually,” Claire told her, putting a hand on the woman’s shoulder—she was shaking—“I’m a forensic psychologist, someone who works in the area where the law meets forensics. I observe and analyze people, advise lawyers, sometimes testify in court.”
“I hope it doesn’t come to that,” she said, leading them to the same bench where they had sat a long time yesterday. At least the police tape had been taken down. Brittany ran her hands along her scalp as if she could squeeze her brain, raking her hair upward until some stood on end.
“Frankly,” Nick said, “we just spoke to your brother, and he doesn’t think anyone needs legal advice.”
Brittany gave a little snort. “He’s not the one in charge of—and in love with—that poor tiger. Tiberia’s been abused, lonely... Well, that’s no excuse for what happened, but it was carnivore nature. Human nature maybe some can control, but not that. I hate to say this, but I hope the investigators’ ruling will censure my father, not the BAA.”
“From my checking it out, I think you’re probably right,” Nick said. “I found a similar ruling that ‘the zookeeper did not follow established safety procedures.’”
Brittany heaved a sigh. “Or common sense, and that scares me. He did have common sense.”
“You said something yesterday I didn’t understand,” Claire told her, leaning closer. “You asked either Tiberia or your unconscious father, ‘Why did you do it this way?’”
“Did I? I must have meant that he went in the cage at feeding time when he knew better,” she said with a quick shrug. “But listen, I do have notes from the ME about the autopsy, if that helps, Nick—if you end up defending me or this place we had such hopes for. Here. It was so long and formal I scribbled notes from it. We’ll have the official death certificate in a few days. I know you could get all this anyway, and the police evidently have Dad’s cell phone. The newspaper’s trying to make the autopsy public. Well, how do they think a wild beast is going to attack someone, with a knife or gun? I could have written this about his wounds.”
But another paper fell out too, no, an envelope with bold handwriting on it. “Oh,” she said. “A condolence card with a note. For once this guy’s in our corner, at least, after he’s been wanting to buy this land.” She picked up the envelope but didn’t take the card out, just kind of waved and pointed with it.
She went on, “Stan Helter of the big ranch next door has offered us baby alligators and baby wild boars, no less, when we reopen. As if we have the money to build new venues for them, but I’m going to take him up on it. You know, I hear his employees, maybe his worldwide rich clients too, call him Big Cat. Ironic, huh?”
“Very,” Nick said with a look at Claire that she read as Don’t follow up on that right now.
Brittany opened a sheet of paper she had jammed in her jeans pocket with the envelope, spread it open on her knees and said in a shaky voice, “I’m translating some of the medical lingo here. Cause of death, accidental. No heart attack or stroke. Victim’s skull was broken so uncertain if skull was struck by exterior force because skull was partly crushed and degraded in jaws of animal...severed facial nerves...eardrum and eye punctures on left side...bites to neck and fractured spine...several arteries and right jugular vein torn...claw marks on chest, shoulders and arm...victim bled—bled out...”
Her voice broke into a gasping sob. She crumpled the piece of paper between her knees. “He was just doing what he should—should have. Tiberia, I mean, not my dad.”
Claire leaned closer to Brittany and put her arm around her back.
“I swear,” Brittany choked out, “I—this place—we are going to need a lawyer. We’re running on financial fumes here, but we’ll pay.”
“Don’t worry about that now,” Nick told her, crouching in front of the two of them. “My interest in this case would not be only to help you, as a good friend of Jace, and therefore of ours too, but to protect the BAA from state or federal fines or bad publicity. The firm has done pro bono work before. Brittany, I know the ME has ruled the death accidental, but for some reason, your father entered a tiger cage, knowing it was certain death. Or else he was forced to enter. That interests me too, not only for professional reasons but personal ones.”
“Forced to enter? That’s crazy! By whom?” she cried, lifting her tear-streaked face. “He had to be alone here!” she went on, gesturing so wildly Claire shifted a bit away. “You yourself saw the place was deserted when we took the kids away, and people can’t just fly in here. We have that fence—a double fence, counting the one from the ranch where those gun-happy people kill animals!”
“Look, I get your frustration and anger,” Nick said. “My father was once found with a bullet in his brain and the gun in his hand. But he didn’t kill himself. Someone else did.
