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

to sign a statement.”

“Somebody built that cage.”

“I know.”

“They meant for him to die there.”

Ray rubbed a hand down his jaw. “I know that too.”

The sheriff crouched, not too close, and looked at Atlas with a kind of sorrow Grant had rarely seen in him. “You see something you weren’t supposed to see, boy?”