The Moonlight Tiger
‘Are you sure this is it?’ he whispered as they crawled through the gap under the fence, dragging his shirt in the dirt and tearing the stitches at the edge of the patch clumsily sewn on to the pocket. It had been easy to spot the circus site with its sign picked out in lights in the corner of the old showgrounds, but harder to find an entry point between the rusty strands of barbed wire amongst the scrub in the dark. They’d been walking for almost 30 minutes now after leaving the car parked several blocks away in the suburban badlands of Townsville, itself wedged between the newly swollen river and the highway – which was their one route out of here and back to civilization. ‘Of course it bloody is Morgan! Look, the cage is right there’ came the reply from a few feet ahead of him. Clouds crowded the moon and left the two men feeling ahead with their feet for the level of the ground, searching for the next fence between them and their target. ‘Don’t call me that,’ he hissed b