a torn purse.
The strap was broken. Its contents were gone.
Its zipper was missing the pull.
The puppy went straight to it, pressed his nose against the fabric, and released a low, aching whine.
Daniel knelt beside him.
“You know who this belongs to.”
The little dog lifted his head, then hurried toward a tangled patch of weeds.
There, half hidden in the grass, lay a cracked phone.
Daniel picked it up.
Despite the damaged screen, he could make out the photograph on it.
A smiling young woman.
In her arms was the same puppy now standing at his feet.
Daniel stared at the picture.
Then he looked into the woods.
Somewhere beyond those trees was the person this little dog had been trying to reach all morning.
He reached for his radio.
“Dispatch, this is Officer Reed. I need backup and medical assistance at North Forest Trail. Possible
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