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

DA will sort charges.”

Cal looked at Scout. She was lying with her head up, watching him as if she understood tone if not words.

“Good,” he said, though good was too small and too late.

When he hung up, he did not celebrate. He stood in the middle of the kitchen and felt the house breathe around him. The arrest did not erase the snowbank. It did not continue reading …