“She’s just a mutt. Cute as hell, though. I was tired of coming home to an empty house.”
I swallow hard and look around the uncomfortable silence of my once cozy home. Suddenly a clap of thunder rumbles somewhere far off. Pellets of sleet blast the windows as if Milestone County is under attack.
Then over the deafening clatter, I hear my name being called as if it is an echo in a dream. “Christian?”
“Yes. Sorry. I got sidetracked.”
“I’ll be at the Hicks’s place in less than ten minutes.”
* * * *
The knock on my front door comes twenty minutes later, after I hear the police cruiser crunching over my gravel driveway.