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

closer. “You want to keep them? Fine. Five hundred cash and we forget the whole thing.”

Behind Cal, Scout stepped into view.

The change in Crowley’s face was small but unmistakable. His eyes flicked down, widened slightly, then hardened. Scout stood with her head level and her thin legs planted, not behind Cal now but beside him. She did not show her continue reading …