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

store. Gas station. One of them stopped by Jenna’s clinic pretending to look for a lost dog.”

Grant’s eyes moved to Atlas, who stood near the window, ears fixed toward the road.

“They don’t want him back because they love him,” Ray continued. “They want him because he can tie people to places.”

“A witness.”

Ray looked at the dog. “The best kind, if we continue reading …