“You’re not gonna believe this.”
Gina leaned back out of the cage she’d been cleaning and looked up. Her father, Doctor Martin Herodias, was standing in the doorway and leaning into the room. “Believe what.”
“I just got a call from Jeb Grier, and you’ll never believe what they found on his land.”
Gina sighed. “Just tell me already.” She hated it when people tried to drag out a big reveal by hyping it up.
“They found a dead twiga,” Martin said with a grin.
“You’re shitting me,” Gina said. Though they’d been making a comeback in recent years, twiga were still a rare sight in these parts; in all her time spent on the Samara, Gina had never managed to see one despite their huge size.
He just pointed with his thumb back down the hall. “I’m going out there now to take a look, you coming?”
“This I gotta see,” she grunted, rolling back onto the balls of her feet and straightening her legs before kicking the cage door shut and tossing the soiled paper towel in the trash.