The Lions Jaw

Part two

 A chill hung in the air, not from the winters day, but from the skull found in the lions enclosure.

The morning sun peeked through the cloudy sky. A light shower of rain hovered over the wildlife park. The zoo keeper noticed that the big cats didn't roar down to the fence as usual feeding routines go, they slowly rose from their slumber and sauntered down to sniff the meat and play with it, like a cat does a mouse.

As opportunistic eaters, they didn't eat it, they weren't hungry.

Unbeknown to the keeper, the pride had already been fed. During the dark of night, a fresh kill was devoured by the lions.

The only trace was apparent, when one of the young cubs, ran past the keeper holding a human skull in his mouth.

The wildlife park, was brought to a complete stand still. A body count of workers was conducted, everyone was accounted for. Within minutes, the police had cordoned off the park.
Disappointed tourists were turned away and the gates heavily guarded and padlocked.

News of a murder spread quickly through the close knit town. Reporters began to set up cameras and they climbed trees to try get a better advantage point.


Detective sergeant Floyd, looked at the human remains, hair and skin still visible. The skull was damaged by teeth scratches, and the lower jaw bone was missing. 

Forensic scientists examined the skull for fifteen hours and then reported, that at the time it was found till death, had been less than twenty four hours.

Under police guard, a veterinary surgeon was choppered in and pumped the stomach of every lion. The contents now evidence.

The detective was really concerned. Three bodies had been found in a week. It was apparent a killer lurked in their midst.