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

never snapped without warning, but his body remembered things faster than his mind could decide what to do with them.

Grant understood that. He had his own inventory.

He called Ray Hollis on the second afternoon. The sheriff showed up near sunset, broad-shouldered, gray-mustached, wearing a county parka with coffee stains on one cuff. Ray had the tired continue reading …