The place looked completely abandoned. No signs of forced entry. The house was boarded up, the paddocks overgrown, and the barn door sagged under the weight of time and weather.

But then Zeus tugged. Hard. He lunged at the barn with such force it nearly pulled Simmons off his feet.

His tail was stiff, his nose to the ground, growling under his breath like a constant rumble. Simmons immediately called for backup. “Something’s up,” he muttered into the radio.