He thought he was stopping for a stray dog in the snow-until he saw what she was hiding beneath her body

noticed.

“Something there?”

“Maybe.”

The deputy moved carefully, photographing the yard first. Snow at the edge of the dead garden had been churned under a layer of fresh powder. Cal pointed out where he had knelt, where he had parked, where the dog had collapsed. Bennett marked the places and took notes. Then he followed the drag marks—shallow, irregular continue reading …