The puppy had reached the same spot as before, but this time it wasn’t running or barking. It lay down on the tracks, pressing itself against something small and black beneath it. Ethan jumped down from the platform, heart hammering in his chest.
He could feel the warmth of the rails through his shoes, could smell the acrid tang of brake dust in the air. As he got closer, the scene came into focus: the puppy wasn’t just lying there. It was shielding something.