“The poor animal couldn’t digest it or get rid of it,” Shrestha continued. “The severe swelling was slowly killing him. He only came out into the clearing because he was suffocating and desperate for help.” Inspector Thapa picked up the extracted device with a pair of tools. A small red light near the tiny antenna was still blinking with a steady, rhythmic pulse. “It’s still working,” Thapa said, a sharp smile breaking across his face. “Right now, the criminals think their prize is still walking through the jungle.”
“If we take the tracker back to the main station, they’ll see the signal moving too fast on the map,” Paul pointed out. “They’ll realize the tiger was captured, and they’ll run.” “Exactly,” Thapa replied. “Which is why the tracker stays right here.” The police didn’t just want the low-level poachers in the woods; they wanted the wealthy bosses running the whole show from the city.