The volunteer on the line checked the records. “Let’s see, we found him near a highway accident two months ago. His owner died almost instantly. We don’t know all the details. He was brought in by animal control, shaken but healthy.”
Maya’s fingers stilled around the pen. “Do you know the owner’s name?” she asked. The voice on the phone hesitated. “Yes, he was registered with an Evan Reed. We did try contacting family so that somebody could collect him. But no one came forward right away. Eventually, Reed’s mother came to say she couldn’t keep him.”