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

“Is it enough?” he asked.

“For a story? Maybe. For court? That’s not my lane.” Jenna’s voice softened. “But patterns matter. Especially when people start saying they saw the same thing.”

“People are talking?”

“They are now.”

Cal looked toward the dark window over the sink. His own reflection stared back, older than he felt and more tired than he wanted continue reading …