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Did Not Survive
     

Did Not Survive

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by Ann Littlewood
 

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Iris Oakley, pregnant and still recovering from her husband’s murder, wants only to carry on as a keeper at Finley Memorial Zoo in Vancouver, Washington. But she is confronted by a terrifying situation: alone and with no elephant expertise, she must rescue her boss, Kevin Wallace, from being mauled by a zoo elephant. Though she gets him to safety, he dies

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Iris Oakley, pregnant and still recovering from her husband’s murder, wants only to carry on as a keeper at Finley Memorial Zoo in Vancouver, Washington. But she is confronted by a terrifying situation: alone and with no elephant expertise, she must rescue her boss, Kevin Wallace, from being mauled by a zoo elephant. Though she gets him to safety, he dies of his injuries. No one understands why reliable old Damrey attacked the foreman, and Iris inadvertently misdirects the investigation. As zoo staff descend into anxiety and animosity, the welfare of the animals is threatened, as well as the lives of keepers. Rattled coworkers nominate Iris to find out what’s going on. She finds a surprising number of motives to kill the foreman, but Damrey, the elephant, doesn’t have one. Despite the distraction of trying to construct her new life as a single mother, Iris discovers that the elephant keepers are locked in a bitter feud, the new veterinarian is keeping secrets, and an old flame still hates Wallace. New-born clouded leopard cubs cheer up the troubled staff, but even that has its dark side. Adding to the chaos, animal rights activists are picketing the zoo. They want the elephants sent to a sanctuary, but is that a better option for them than the improved exhibit that is on the drawing board? Why isn’t that exhibit under construction as planned? A new foreman shows up with alarming ideas, the police keep dropping by, and animals are disappearing into thin air…

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 "Zookeeper Iris Oakley, who lost her husband in her first outing (2008's Night Kill), returns to Finley Memorial Zoo near Vancouver, Wash., for a second harrowing adventure that meshes the complexities of animal care and human failings. Early one morning, Iris discovers her boss, Kevin Wallace, face down in the elephant enclosure, apparently being mauled. What first appears to be a dreadful accident is revealed by autopsy to be a murder and merely the first incident to bedevil the little zoo. Although she's six months pregnant, several colleagues suggest that Iris should look into other disturbing events, including the theft of a zoo van and the body of a tiger. Fascinating details of zoo life--the impending birth of clouded leopards, collecting urine samples from elephants--lend color. Man again proves to be the most dangerous animal, and Iris needs all her cunning to discover the rogue behind the violence in a follow-up that should win Littlewood more fans." --Publishers Weekly

“Mystery mavens may pick out the killer early on, but a wealth of behind-the-scenes detail smoothly integrated into the puzzle makes this a promising debut.”  --Kirkus Reviews of Night Kill

“A debut from former zookeeper Ann Littlewood, it convincingly and affectionately evokes its animal-friendly setting. Call it a zoo cozy.”  --The Seattle Times of Night Kil

"This is Littlewoods second Zoo Mystery and it is a fun quick read that entertains. What more could you ask for?"—Baryon Review of Books

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781590587461
Publisher:
Poisoned Pen Press
Publication date:
08/01/2010
Series:
Zoo Mysteries Series
Edition description:
Large Print
Pages:
350
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 1.00(d)

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Did Not Survive

A Zoo Mystery
By Ann Littlewood

Poisoned Pen Press

Copyright © 2010 Ann Littlewood
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59058-747-8


Chapter One

Finley Memorial Zoo is a small zoo near Vancouver, Washington, and it should have been a quiet one this early in the morning. Damrey and Nakri, the two Asian elephant cows, should have been dozing in their stalls, not trumpeting loud enough for me to notice on the other side of the grounds. Slow-witted and gritty-eyed from lack of sleep, I walked on toward the Commissary, intending to clock in a little early after my night volunteer shift. That brought me closer to the elephant barn. The ruckus continued, and I stopped to puzzle it out. At seven in the morning, I was possibly the only human on the grounds. The night keeper went off duty at two in the morning. The night security guard was on his way home. Neither the day shift keepers nor any other staff had arrived yet, although they would soon.

I wasn't sure what I had to offer to elephants in a dither. I'm a bird keeper and an ex-feline keeper, not trained on elephants. Elephant handling requires special expertise, lots of it. But duty and curiosity called. I abandoned plans for coffee and a scone at the Penguinarium kitchen and jogged off, one hand stabilizing my six-months pregnant belly, to see what was up. At least I could phone Sam Bates, the senior elephant keeper, and tell him what to expect when he arrived.

Wide awake, I would have enjoyed a fine June morning after the dark Northwest winter. Leafed-out dogwoods and ornamental cherries lined the asphalt paths, beds of white and purple petunias contributed perfume, and passionate song sparrows hollered in the bushes. But the path was uneven, my balance and wind were not at their best, and I plowed forward without enjoying the journey.

Out of breath, I slowed to a walk as I passed the giraffe barn and entered the covered visitor area at the elephant exhibit. Through the viewing window I saw Damrey, the older cow, in the front stall. I had never worked this area and was secretly grateful for the pink blotch halfway down her trunk that instantly identified her. Nakri, the younger cow, was shut into the back stall, but the concrete door between the stalls was fixed open a little, leaving a vertical slit several inches wide. Nakri was waving her trunk through this gap, and I could see pink inside her mouth as she roared. What had got them so stirred up?

The elephant barn was a huge concrete box divided into the two stalls and an L shaped work area with hay storage at the rear. The front stall had a massive hay rack at the end to my left and to my right a sliding door, now closed, that gave the elephants access to the outside yard. Damrey circled by this door as though she wanted outside, ears out and flapping. She stopped and leaned her head on the door, banging it in a rapid vibration. The concrete slab rang like the drum of doom. She stepped away, her trunk in constant motion—curling under her chin, searching ahead and alongside her, reaching down to the floor. As I scanned for the source of her troubles, she wheeled and strode toward the other end of the stall.

On the floor by the hay rack, in the stall with the elephant, a person in a brown jacket lay face down in blood-stained straw.

Damrey fumbled at the jacket with her trunk tip, then set a giant forefoot on the person's back and began rocking the body back and forth. I bolted for the staff door, fumbling to find the correct key. Inside, as close as I dared to the bars, I screamed at Damrey, "Get away! Get the hell off him!" She paced away from me, striding in a big circle around the stall, coming back to pluck at the body with her trunk and shove at it with a forefoot. Nakri roared again from the back stall and went down on her knees with her trunk outstretched through the gap in the door, reaching ineffectively for his arm.

A man. It looked like a man. Was he alive? Blood smeared the straw beneath and around him, with a dark, thick dribble on his head and down his face. I had to get him out of there before they killed him. If he weren't already dead.

Hyperventilating on air redolent with elephant and hay, I grabbed the radio bouncing at my belt and broadcast a human medical emergency at Elephants. I had no idea who might hear it, if anyone. I clawed my cell phone out of a pocket and searched for Sam's cell number, pressed the button to dial, and yelled at Damrey to leave him alone. Phone to my ear, I ran to the rack where the ankuses—elephant guides—were hanging. I grabbed one, a two-foot wooden handle with a metal tip that was both point and hook, and trotted back to the bars. I waved it at Damrey, yelling "Back off!" She strode away, huge and uncontrollable. Deadly.

She was behind a wall of bars, but I knew she could grab me through them if I got too close. Only the area near the hay rack and the body was safe. There, the bars were spaced too close for her to get more than the tip of her trunk through. I stood by the hay rack, the body a few feet from me, waved the ankus, and felt my heart pound. I couldn't reach him without moving to where Damrey could reach me. It made no sense to risk my own life, and I couldn't risk my internal passenger.

Sam answered after an eternity, and I gasped out the situation. He was wonderfully calm. "I'll be right there, Iris. Keep her away from him."

"I can't. She backed off when I got here, but now she's all over him. He's still alive—I saw him move. She's mauling him. I've got to get her shut away. You live too far."

"I'm at the gym. Fifteen minutes."

"Sam, that's not fast enough." I couldn't keep my voice from rising.

A pause. "Iris, here's what you do."

In the background, Sam's partner said, "Who is it? Tell them to call back later." Sam's voice, turned away from the phone, said, "Shut up, Brent." "Shut up" was something Sam would never say, last of all to Brent.

Sam told me what to do.

Phone clutched the way a diver in trouble clutches an air nozzle, I ran to the door to the keeper work room, through it, and toward the back of the barn. I found the set of levers that operated the hydraulic doors. The massive elephant-proof concrete slabs slid sideways to allow the animals to move between the two stalls and outside to the yard. Small safety windows in the concrete let me see what was happening.

Sam walked me through it, his voice dead steady. With shaking hands, I pulled the left lever to let Damrey into the outside yard. The door creaked wide, admitting sun and cool air, and she strode out. But as I pushed the lever and the heavy door slowly closed, she thundered back in. I could feel her steps through my boots. We waited and hoped, but she didn't go out again. I glimpsed her pacing gray body through the little window, agile and swift, and heard gusty rumbles vibrate down her trunk.

"She knows what you're trying to do," Sam finally said, "and she doesn't like it. We'll try something else." A few seconds of silence. "We need to get her in with Nakri. We want both of them in the back stall." He continued calmly, as though it was high time I learned how to do this ordinary task.

I hastened back to the work room, set the phone on the counter, and ripped open cardboard boxes of apples and carrots and lettuce. I threw a random assortment into a five gallon bucket, grabbed up the little phone, and ran to the back side of Nakri's hay rack, near the door levers. Phone squeezed precariously between my ear and shoulder, I dumped the produce into the chute above the hay rack in the second stall.

"Here, girl," I said, my voice shaky, and Nakri hustled over and tossed the food around, ears flapping, not really eating.

"Now for the tricky part," Sam said. "Open the door between the two stalls."

"Sam, can't I try shutting Nakri in the outside yard first?"

"No, you can't. The door from the back stall to the yard quit working twenty years ago when the building settled. You have to open the door between the two stalls. Be calm. You have to be calm, or they can't be."

I wasn't an elephant keeper. I couldn't read their body language or their vocalizations. Hell, I couldn't even hear many of their vocalizations—they were at too low a frequency for human ears. I didn't know these animals, and they didn't know me. Only Sam could have gotten me to open that door, the door left partly open. I could see the front stall through the little safety window as the big door edged sideways. Damrey stood back and swayed and watched it. As soon as it moved far enough, Nakri abandoned breakfast and rushed through, straight to the body. I'd let a second elephant at him. She snuffled her trunk tip all over him, pulling at arms and legs. At Wallace. It had to be Wallace, the foreman. Our boss. Zoo jacket, receding dark hair, bulky. She dragged him a few inches this way and that.

"Iris, say, 'Breakfast, girls. Hurry it up!' Say it loud and give the door a little jolt."

I said it as commandingly as I could and gave the lever a tug. The door between the two stalls closed up a bit. The elephants swung their trunks at it. Nakri blew a long snort.

Flashing lights through the little window caught my eye. A police car pulled up to the visitor area. Someone had heard the code I'd radioed in. I was thankful they hadn't used the siren and agitated the elephants even more.

Where was Ian Sullivan, the junior elephant keeper? Or Dr. Reynolds, our new veterinarian? Instead, Hap Ricketts, the Commissary manager, arrived at a run. There was only one reason for Hap to come—as a member of the shooter team, trained for emergencies when human life was at risk. I held up a hand for him to give me a few seconds, but he couldn't see me from where I was, behind the feed room, deep in the barn. I knew what came next if I couldn't get the elephants shut away, and it had to do with the big rifle in a locked case in the kitchen. "Sam. They won't shift for me. Hap's getting the rifle, and they're both messing around with the body. They won't shift."

"Well, you're perfectly safe, so just cool it."

He said it snarky, and in one seamless ripple of emotion I was shamed and then angry, and the anger drove out panic, and I realized this was Sam's exact intent.

Hap spoke briefly to the police officers and stepped into the barn. He moved swiftly through the door to the work room.

Sam said, "They will shift. Say it again and bang the ankus on the bars. Say it like you're amused that they're fooling around."

Deep breath. One hand holding the phone, the ankus in the other. Breathe. "Breakfast, girls! Come on now. Hurry it up. I haven't got all day." I banged on the bars.

"Good. Now start closing the door again."

I dropped the ankus. One hand clenched on the lever's round black knob, tendons white, I started the door, the other hand still gripping the cell phone lifeline. Nakri walked to the opening and put her head into her stall. She waited, halfway through, and I jolted it a little more closed. She rumbled and walked into her stall, turned and squeaked at Damrey. Damrey swayed and rumbled, swayed and rumbled, her trunk moving ceaselessly. Two police officers stood outside in the visitor viewing area with eyes riveted on us, one holding a radio to his mouth, the other with a hand resting on her holstered pistol, as if that little gun had any relevance.

Hap came out with the heavy rifle. Poor bastard, I thought with some remote corner of my mind. Damrey, purchased from a circus thirty years ago with pennies from local kids, featured in every zoo fundraising campaign, subject of this year's children's art contest, faced him and the rifle. She stood motionless except for her trunk tip reaching and bobbing, smelling for him. I could see the strain on Hap's face as he raised the rifle to his shoulder and braced for the recoil. "Wait," I called. "Wait a minute." Hap gave no sign of hearing me.

Nakri rumbled. Damrey turned and, in two strides, slipped into the second stall and draped her trunk over Nakri's neck, brushing it down her friend's broad face, the tips of the two trunks twining about each other. The door slowly, slowly grated shut, the lever slippery with my sweat.

Chapter Two

"Hap, it really was Wallace? I never got a good look. He was face down and then the EMTs swarmed all over him. Could the cops be wrong?" The jitters still ruled. Hap's bulk next to me should have been comforting, but the rifle seemed to have left some dark stain on him.

"Iris, they pulled his wallet. You know that."

We sat side by side on folding chairs in the zoo's empty auditorium, waiting while the zoo's director, Mr. Crandall, rounded up the rest of the staff. We had been sent from Elephants once the police were finished with us, and we were the first to arrive for this meeting. The two police officers had spent over an hour photographing the elephant stalls, poking around the barn, bagging up bits of straw, and asking questions. Sam, Ian, and Mr. Crandall had shown up one at a time and endured their own interviews. I looked at the clock. Half past eight. I would be well behind schedule before this meeting was over. I fished out my cell phone and dialed Calvin Lorenz, head keeper and my supervisor at Birds, and told him I was tied up with an emergency and needed help. It was his day off. He didn't ask questions. He said, "I'll be there quick as I can."

Gratitude calmed me for only seconds. I turned the cell over and over in my lap. "I saw blood on the hay. Blood on his head. Did you see if he was injured anywhere else?"

Hap twitched a broad shoulder. "Nope. No idea. All I could see was that elephant's face through the sights. I barely noticed him."

"I saw him jerk his hand once, that was all. I was really bad at shifting them. All that time being mauled. He might die because I couldn't get Damrey to move. I couldn't get her away from him."

Hap focused on me, pale eyes in a broad face, bald on top, a close-cropped beard below. "Iris? Chill. You did good. I didn't have to shoot anything."

"If he dies ..." Wallace dead. I couldn't imagine it, couldn't imagine not having him as the foreman. He'd hired me. He'd always been in charge of keepers and animal management. Our schedules, animal acquisitions, exhibit repairs ... Crabby, decisive, knowledgeable. "Hap, if he dies ..."

Hap slung a thick arm around me. The dark tattoos on his wrist, disappearing up his sleeve, reminded me of powerful gray trunks.

Denny Stellar, reptile keeper, took the seat on my left. "Wow. I just heard. Do you think he had a heart attack? He was a text book case. Type A personality, ate white foods and red meat, had that crease in his ear lobe."

Crease in his ear lobe? "I don't know. He was passed out face down. I saw blood on his head. He lost a bunch of weight lately so maybe not a heart attack."

"Maybe he had a stroke. Maybe he paid too much attention to Nakri and Damrey got jealous. Could be she's got a brain tumor, and we'll have to euthanize her."

"Denny, we don't know." As if anything I could say would stop Denny's ceaseless, off-kilter rummaging for explanations. I relaxed a little. The jitters could not survive the mystification and annoyance that Denny aroused. We weren't quite friends, more like herd members that would fight off the lions together, then kick one another at the water hole.

Keepers clustered near us as they trickled in, the office staff segregating themselves on the other side of the room. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Sam sitting behind us looking haggard. I was surprised he left the barn under Ian's supervision. Civilians in animal areas required constant vigilance, and police would be especially challenging. Ian was hired as the new elephant keeper three months ago. Would Sam already trust him? Perhaps the officers had finished and left.

Dr. Jean Reynolds, the zoo's veterinarian, sat in our group, with Kayla Leadon, the veterinary technician. "Poor Kevin. This totally freaks me out," Kayla said to the vet. "Elephants are supposed to be wise and gentle. I didn't think they killed people, at least not the tame ones."

None of us chose to enlighten her. Elephants in captivity kill a keeper every year or two in the United States or Europe. In India, where more people have contact with the animals, the toll is two hundred people a year or more. When you weigh four tons, a moment's irritation or panic is easily fatal for any human in the way.

With all the on-duty staff present except for Jackie Margulis, the office secretary, the little room was full. Jackie was stuck in the office to deal with the press and public, not to mention the phones. She would expect me to brief her afterward.

Mr. Crandall waited at the podium in front while stragglers seated themselves. The director was tall and silver-haired, erect of posture, usually benign and confident, a white beard confirming his silverback status. His age was a closely held secret, and the word "retirement" was not to be spoken in his hearing. Today he looked grim and preoccupied. I had a brief flare of hope that he would know something I didn't, something to make sense of this dreadful morning.

(Continues...)



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Meet the Author

Ann Littlewood is the author of Night Kill, the first in the Iris Oakley Zoo-Dunnit series. She worked for the Oregon Zoo for 12 years as a zookeeper before a career in business writing with Kaiser Permanente. Ann lives in Portland, Oregon, across the river from Vancouver, Washington, the home of the fictional Finley Memorial Zoo. She is a life-long environmentalist and a volunteer with the Audubon Society of Portland.

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Did Not Survive 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
kayek1 More than 1 year ago
Iris Oakley, pregnant and still recovering from her husband's murder works at the small Finley Memorial Zoo in Vancouver, Washington. After her volunteer night shift she hears the elephants making a ruckus, when she investigates she finds Damrey, a usually mild and reliable elephant mauling her boss, Kevin Wallace. Without training and only with help by phone, she rescues him, only to learn later that he did not survive the mauling. When it turns out the elephants did not kill him, Iris is nominated by fellow employees to investigate. She finds lots of people with motives, the elephant keepers are feuding, the net veterinarian is keeping secrets, and an old flame still hated him. Add animal rights activists picketing the zoo, and there seem to be suspects coming out of the woodwork. I really like this series. Iris is down-to-earth, and is coping with the situation to the best of her ability. There's lots of information about how the zoo is operated. I'm planning on reading the next one.
harstan More than 1 year ago
At the Finley Memorial Zoo in Vancouver, Washington pregnant Iris Oakley is reassigned from her Big Cat keeper job to the birds. Iris finds administrator Kevin Wallace lying in blood and unconscious in the elephant barn. Hovering near him is Damrey the elephant. Iris manages to rescue Wallace, but is bewildered that gentle elderly Damrey would attack him. Everyone assumes Damrey assaulted Kevin except Sam the elephant head keeper although no one can explain why the victim would be inside that barn or what he did to ignite Damrey's fury. At the same time while the humans ponder the elephant walk, Clouded Leopard gives birth. However, the zoo turns macabre when an animal corpse is stolen and other animals kidnapped while the elephant herd seems to have drawn angry animal activists and the keepers are fighting with each other. The second Finley memorial Zoo amateur sleuth (see Night Kill) is an enjoyable mystery with a nice twist of Iris' "innocent" inquiries confusing the official investigation. The sleuthing is fun to follow, but the prime pleasure with Did Not Survive is the leisurely vivid descriptions of what goes on behind the scenes at a zoo. Harriet Klausner
FeatheredQuillBookReviews More than 1 year ago
Iris Oakley is six months pregnant and trying to get her life together after her husband's recent murder. She works as a bird keeper at Finley Memorial Zoo in Vancouver, Washington. Early one morning, after completing a volunteer night shift and waiting for her regular shift to start, the sleepy Iris hears a disturbance coming from the elephant exhibit. With nobody else around so early in the morning, Iris takes it upon herself to see what is going on. When Iris arrives at the elephant exhibit, she is horrified to see Damry, one of the zoo's two elephants, fondling the unresponsive body of Kevin Wallace, Iris' boss. Is Damry trying to kill Kevin, or did something (or somebody?) get to Kevin first and the elephant is simply trying to get the man to move? What happened is unclear to Iris. What is clear is that she must get Kevin out of the elephant pen immediately. Iris eventually gets Kevin to safety but not fast enough to save his life. While the police step in to investigate what first appears to be an elephant attack, Iris begins her own investigation. As she digs deeper, the young woman is dismayed to learn of the many people who had a reason to kill Kevin. As she says (the book is told in the first person by Iris), "I was finding way too many people with reason and opportunity to do away with Kevin Wallace." (pg. 151) Will Iris be able to solve the murder before the murderer gets to her? I was thoroughly captivated by this zoo mystery from the get-go. The action gets underway quickly and it only took a few pages to draw me in. Iris, a woman devoted to the animals under her care, is thoroughly likeable and I found myself rooting for her. The other characters who worked in, and around, the zoo, were interesting although, because I didn't read the first book in this series, Night Kill, it took me a few chapters to distinguish them and learn each one's personality. With so many suspects in this tale, the author did a splendid job of keeping the reader guessing as to just who the culprit was. Dr. Reynolds, the zoo vet, has a few secrets up her sleeve, there's Ian, the junior elephant keeper who is fighting with his boss, Sam Bates, and what about Thor Thorson, an activist who wants the elephants freed from their small enclosure? As an added bonus, the author inserts much of the wisdom gained from her years working as a zookeeper so you're bound to learn a few things about caring for zoo animals along the way. Quill says: A thoroughly enjoyable murder mystery, perfect for both mystery fans and animal lovers.
EvanLewis1 More than 1 year ago
When Iris Oakley finds her boss, Director of the Finley Zoo, dang near dead in the elephant cage, the most likely culprit is her good friend Damrey - who just happens to be an elephant. The police are convinced Damrey did it, as are some of Iris's fellow employees. But Iris - the only the witness to the event - isn't sure. Even if the boss survives, which seems unlikely, the consequences for Damrey will be dire. Complicating matters are a mob of animal rights protesters, a pair of feuding elephant handlers and a spate of disappearing animals. Meanwhile, Iris has problems of her own. She's pregnant, and has not yet recovered, personally or professionally, to the murder of her husband in the first book, Night Kill (Yep, you'll want to read that too). But, being Iris, she can't leave trouble alone, and is determine to learn the truth - even at the risk of her own life. Sounds good, eh? But wait, the best is yet to come. Relating this tale is none other than Ann Littlewood, one-time zookeeper and a writer of great wit and grace. Pick up Did Not Survive - or better yet Night Kill AND Did Not Survive - and prepare to be entertained, educated and amused all at once. That's what happened to me.