Nobody could get Rex to move.
He stood like a statue at the casket, paw resting on the edge, nose pressed to the wood like he was waiting for a signal. One last command. Something to explain why the voice he knew better than his own heartbeat had suddenly gone silent.
Officer Grant was the best handler on the force. Everybody said so. Clean record, sharp instincts, calm under pressure. And he loved that dog like it was family. No—more than family.