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

pain was not the thing that mattered most.

“You know them,” Grant said.

Atlas looked at the door.

Ray took the fake bill of sale that evening and folded it into an evidence bag on Grant’s table. He said little at first. That was Ray’s way when anger needed somewhere useful to go.

“They’ve been asking about you in town,” the sheriff said finally. “Hardware continue reading …