I saw a discarded carcass a short way down the tunnel. I took a breath, focused my light on it.
A single eye stared back.
What I was looking at had been a small deer. Only the head and shoulders remained. I remembered reading that tigers eat their prey starting at the rump. They consume bone and all. There were more smudged footprints in the dirt. It looked like two pairs, but I couldn’t tell for sure in the dim light. There were smaller animal tracks that might have been the cat’s. Oh, Jesus.
I kept moving, trying to adjust my eyes to the semidarkness. There were shards of glass all over the dirt. Someone had purposely smashed the overhead lightbulbs.
I heard the tiger roar and almost dropped the flashlight! It wasn’t the smoothest move of my life, but I’d never been in a closed-off area with a tiger before. The big cat’s roar inside the tunnel echoed off the tin walls. It was unexpected and terrifying. I didn’t know what to do next.
The cat roared a second time, and I found that I couldn’t move. I felt nailed to the spot. I wanted to turn around and go back, but that wasn’t an option right now. I couldn’t outrun a tiger in this tunnel, or anywhere else for that matter.
Somewhere in the inky blackness of the tunnel up ahead, the cat was watching me. I debated shutting off the flashlight, but I kept it on for now. At least I would see the cat coming. I concentrated, stared out into the darkness, kept very still, as if that would help me. I had the Glock pointed straight ahead. I wondered if it was possible to bring down a big cat with a handgun, even a powerful one. No way of knowing; no practice range for this kind of shooting. I had my doubts, though.
I couldn’t see the cat, but I could almost visualize the thirty teeth in its mouth. I remembered the wounds a cat had made on the victims in Golden Gate Park.
Someone called out; someone was there. Behind me.
“Alex, where are you? Alex?”
I heard Jamilla coming forward in the tunnel and I let out a breath.
“Don’t move,” I whispered. “Don’t do anything. The tiger’s in here.”
I didn’t dare move. I wasn’t even sure I could. It was a standoff. I couldn’t imagine the tiger being as frightened as I was. Was the Sire there? The two brothers? Anybody else?
“Alex?”
It was Kyle. He was whispering. But if I heard him—
“Stay right there, Kyle. I mean it. Listen to me. Stay where you are unless you want me dead.”
Everything happened in a terrifying instant.
Suddenly, the cat rushed at me. Full speed? Half speed? Very goddamn fast. Shadows—a blur of fur.
It seemed to leap straight up into the cone of light shining from my flashlight. The cat was tensed muscle, raw speed, gleaming teeth, and the widest, brightest eyes—tremendous focus. It was aimed at me as surely as a deadly bullet.
Its upper body twisted athletically, showing off incredible strength. It seemed to be three to four feet off the ground, coming straight at me, unstoppable.
I had no choice, no options, and no room for error. I didn’t even have to think about my next move. It just happened. I squeezed the trigger of my Glock. I fired off three quick shots. All head and upper-body shots, I hoped, but I was just guessing.
The cat kept coming at me. It didn’t even slow down. The gunshots couldn’t stop it, could they? I had no defense and no place to run, no place to hide.
The big cat hit me hard, knocked me down like weak prey. I waited for the powerful jaws to clamp down on me, to crush my bones. I might have screamed. I don’t know what the hell I did. I’d never been more afraid. Not even close.
The cat kept going past me! It made no sense. I didn’t understand. A few feet up the tunnel, I heard a loud thud. It was down. I had shot and killed a tiger.
Chapter 90
“HOLY SHIT! Holy shit!” The words exploded out of Jamilla’s mouth. Then she smiled. “Jesus. I don’t believe it.” She stared down at the huge, fierce animal that had tried to kill me and was now lying at her feet.
I pushed myself up, forced my legs to move. I took tenuous steps back to where she and Kyle were standing. The cat lay twisted across the width of the tunnel. It didn’t move and it wasn’t going to.
“Are they down here in the tunnel? The Lost Boys?” Kyle asked in a whisper. “The Sire?”
“I haven’t seen anybody. Just footprints, and the cat. Let’s go,” I finally said.
The tunnel was much longer than I would have thought. I wasn’t even sure which direction we were headed. Toward the road? The foothills? The Pacific Ocean?