Chapter 82
“Let’s get off this fuckin’ rock,” I say. But Jabar doesn’t stand up. He stays there, crouched, staring at the bleeding corpse of the snow leopard. One of his dirt-smudged hands snakes out and briefly touches the cat’s paw. “What is this?” he asks. “I had to kill it, man. No choice,” I respond. “No,” says Jabar. “This.” He leans farther toward the cat and pushes its great b****y head to the side. Now I see something that I can’t explain. Honest to god, I just don’t know what to make of it. There, just under the cat’s jaw, is some kind of avtomat-made collar. A pale gray band made of hard plastic is wrapped around the cat’s neck. At one point, the strip widens into a marble-sized orb. On the back of this circular part, a tiny red light pulses. It has to be some kind of radio collar.
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