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
The next morning, Atlas led Grant to a strip of red survey tape tied low in the hemlocks at the edge of the property. It had been tucked behind a branch where a casual glance would miss it. Not a warning this time. A marker.
Grant pulled it free and held it in his fist until the plastic cut into his glove.
