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
after Vale’s visit, Atlas woke from sleep and walked to the back door.
Grant had been sitting at the kitchen table with the lights off, listening to the house settle. He had not slept much since the cage. He watched Atlas lower his nose to the door seam and inhale, once, twice, then turn his head toward the north window.
