This wasn’t a scent trail or a fugitive to chase. This was something else.
Zeus’s bark had shifted in tone. And that bark? It was trying to say, there’s someone in there. The call had come in around 6:40 a.m. A hiker had reported odd noises near an old, abandoned horse ranch just beyond the county lines.
Normally, it wouldn’t have been enough to send a unit. But Simmons was nearby, already running drills with Zeus, so he decided to check it out. The first twenty minutes were routine.
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