“What, you mean it attacked more people than me?” Phoebe protested. “Why can’t you just take it out and lock it up or something!?”
“We don’t want to be hasty and make a mistake. To our knowledge this phenomenon has never happened before,” he averted his gaze from her scowl. “How about this. Tell me what happened to you on that train, and I’ll make you as much food as you want. It’s a win-win for you. The more I know, the closer we can get to solving your problem.”
It was an offer Phoebe couldn’t refuse. Her stomach felt like an empty pit, as though the gash in her chest extended straight into it.
From her testimony, Cat found many things of note. Each turn of her story gave him twice as many questions and he was at the edge of his seat trying to contain them all. But one question dominated the rest: Her attacker’s identity. When Phoebe finished, it was the first thing out of his mouth.
“Which wildebeest species, black or blue?”
“There are two species?”
“Actually, here.” Cat jumped up and disappeared into a room next to the kitchen.
Pineapple watch continues. Also, like Phoebe, I didn't know there were two species of wildebeest until writing this chapter.