He thought he was checking out illegal logging in the Idaho mountains-until he found a German Shepherd locked in a frozen cage, staring at him like it had been waiting for exactly one person

“I knew not to ask. That’s different.”

Rachel opened her notebook.

A young man in the back stood next. Evan Talley, twenty-two, always in a red flannel, always looking as if he had slept in whichever truck he drove last. “I hauled twice,” he said. “Night runs. No plates. I can show the road.”

His father, seated two rows ahead, bent forward and covered continue reading …