The officers in the room exchanged amused glances. Still, Parker knew better than to ignore instincts—whether human or animal. He stood and nodded.

“All right, Mrs. Turner. Why don’t we see where Sunny wants to go?”

Within minutes, Parker and two other officers—Rodriguez and Kelly—were outside with Eleanor and Sunny.

The golden retriever tugged at the leash, his body practically vibrating with purpose.

“Lead the way, boy,” Parker said with a chuckle.

Sunny barked once and began trotting down Main Street. They followed him past the bakery, past the post office, and into the quieter residential area. People on the sidewalks turned their heads, curious to see a pair of uniformed officers trailing behind an elderly woman and her overexcited dog.