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

misplaced an animal. You found it. We’re grateful. We’re prepared to cover your costs.”

Atlas appeared behind Grant’s leg.

Vale’s eyes flicked to him and cooled. The change was small but immediate, like a shade pulled halfway down a window.

“Generously,” Vale added.

Grant looked past him to the three men. The red-faced one would not meet Atlas’s eyes. continue reading …