A lonely trucker almost passed the starving dog in the storm-then his headlights caught what the animal was hiding under its body…

Luke had seen in the living room but something older and clearer beneath it.

“I heard him.”

“Who?”

“The dog.” Hank’s breath hitched. “Whining out there. Rain coming sideways. Couldn’t see worth a damn in that mirror.”

Luke’s throat closed.

Hank’s grip strengthened by a fraction. “I drove past. I almost drove past. But he kept looking. Like he knew I was continue reading …