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

was turning the snow blue.

“This isn’t a warning,” Ray said.

“No.”

“It’s a question.”

Grant nodded. “They wanted to know if I’d find it.”

Ray’s mouth tightened. “And now they know.”

The knock came the following afternoon.

Grant had expected a truck first, the churn of tires on gravel, a door slam. continue reading …