Following Sunny’s Trail
Minutes later, Parker, Rodriguez, and Kelly were outside with Eleanor and Sunny. The dog strained at the leash, trembling with determination.
“Go ahead, boy,” Parker encouraged.
Sunny barked once and trotted off, guiding them past shops, down familiar streets, and into the quieter part of town. People turned to watch the strange sight—three officers trailing behind a small woman and her eager dog.
Sunny didn’t stop until he reached an old brick house at the end of Willow Lane. The place had been abandoned for months, shutters closed, paint peeling.
Sunny whined at the gate, scratching and barking without pause.
Rodriguez frowned. “This house has been empty since the Petersons left last year.”
Parker, uneasy now, nodded. “Let’s check it out.”
