A chill slithered down Daniel’s spine. His mind raced. They thought he was involved. Maybe they believed he had hurt the puppy. Maybe they suspected something worse. He had no proof that he was innocent. No witnesses. No way to explain what had happened. He could already see how this would go.
His thoughts darted toward the stained backpack. Even if he led them to the clearing to prove his innocence, he had no idea who it belonged to or what had happened there. What if the police believed it was connected to a crime? What if they decided he was the only suspect?