Chapter 32
There was still a potential threat, though. George had been a Delta resident for too long to just sit back and pretend everything was all right. Even now, two years later.
He detected the new scent when he rounded the corner of his block. George stopped and lifted his head, sniffing at the air as the hackles rose on the back of his neck. Slowly, he resumed his pace, following the delicate tendrils with ears pricked, and when it grew stronger with every step, a sense of dread began to curl in his gut. He noticed the car within several yards. California plates. His head turned.
It was parked in front of Cam’s place.