By now, the city buzzed with sightings almost hourly: Sahara slipping between dumpsters, Sahara sprinting across a soccer field, Sahara vanishing through alleys faster than cameras could focus. Each report blurred fact and fiction until she became less an animal, more a phantom haunting Oakridge’s imagination.
Tom worked on a plan to lure Sahara to a spot discreetly where the zoo authorities could capture her without a threat to the safety of the public. The main problem was that the minute anyone spotted the lion, it would turn the whole event into a media circus, increasing the chances of someone getting hurt!