He had no idea who the backpack belonged to and what caused the crimson stain. What if the backpack belonged to a missing person? Daniel had just taken pity over an injured puppy but he had no evidence to prove it. Nobody had seen Daniel hiking there by himself and certainly not finding the puppy in this state.
Daniel’s chest tightened, his fingers gripping the edge of his seat. The tension in the air was suffocating. He could feel the weight of their stares, like invisible hands pressing down on him. Every glance, every whispered word between the officers and Dr. Monroe sent a wave of dread through him.