relentless.
Mitchell had been his handler for five years.
He knew almost nothing about Bruno’s life before the academy.
He had never thought to ask.
As soon as Bruno stepped from the patrol SUV, something changed.
He raised his nose.
Sniffed the air.
Then stared toward the old house.
And whined.
Mitchell frowned.
Bruno never whined at scenes.
Never.
“Focus.”
The dog kept staring at the house.
Inside, Henry Cole had no idea what was happening.
He was asleep in his recliner.
The curtains were closed.
His hearing aids had
