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

resting near his belt without touching anything on it. He took in the porch, the men, Cal in the doorway, Scout at his feet.

“Morning,” Bennett said. “Looks like I’m right on time.”

Crowley spun toward him. “He stole my property.”

Bennett walked up the path with no hurry at all. “Then you can make that statement at the office. Right now, you’re on private continue reading …