The Tiger Told Me Who the Killer Was

The tiger "Charlie" was chewing raw meat, staring intently at a man wearing a baseball cap.

Its thoughts echoed in my mind:

["This man reeks of a little girl's blood. Very strong. He was here three days ago too. Back then, he had another woman's blood on him."]

I whipped my head around, following Charlie's gaze.

The man was leaning against the railing of the viewing area, holding up his phone as if photographing the tiger. His movements were as natural as any other tourist around him.