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

stove until the cabin held steady warmth. He moved the puppies into a low-sided crate near the hearth, then dragged a heavy bench across the mudroom so the front door could open only halfway unless he wanted it wider. He sent Bennett a short text: Weather clearing. Possible contact from Crowley. Animals secure. His phone buzzed two minutes later.

I’ll continue reading …