Elena gave her account first: how the dog had walked in carrying the unconscious child, how he’d refused to move even when security tried. Her words came measured but soft. She mentioned the sedatives and the bruises as well. “You sure he came alone?”
“As alone as anyone can be,” Elena said. “But he wasn’t lost. He knew where to go.” The younger detective, a woman, jotted something quickly. “Dogs follow scent,” she murmured. “They follow home.” Elena looked at the glass, at Valorian’s patient stare. “Well, his instincts for the girl may have just saved her life.”