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

eyes for one brief second, then opened them and looked at Cal. “This is the window I warned you about. Deep cold damage doesn’t always show up at once. The next day or two matter.”

“What are his chances?”

She rubbed the bridge of her nose with the back of her wrist. “Better because you found him. Worse because he had to be found at all.”

Cal looked down continue reading …