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

The three men from Grant’s porch were taken before noon. The red-faced one shouted until he realized no one was impressed. The tall one tried charm and failed. The pale one said nothing at all, which seemed closest to wisdom.

Preston Vale arrived in a company SUV wearing the same polished calm he had worn at Grant’s cabin. He spoke to Rachel as if they continue reading …