She’d done it, too. She’d outlined a program and assembled a team, though she might have chosen her staff more carefully. There’d been no background checks, no d**g tests—very little screening of any kind. Of the people she’d hired, only Nimson was familiar (and she knew what an asshole he was). Oberon Gore—the zoo keeper—had come highly recommended; she wasn’t too worried about him. But what about his team of handlers? What about the security firm she’d employed to patrol the grounds once per night—the janitor, for that matter?
She drove into Chief Joseph, the rain worsening.
It would be all right, she assured herself. Nimson might be brought into line yet. And as for the rest, early indications were she had a good crew. Everyone seemed to work well together, and no one had delusions of
