The officer returned with his phone, scrolling for a few seconds before handing it over. Pedro’s eyes landed on the image—and he exhaled sharply. The dog in the photo was black and white, yes, but it was a Boston Terrier. It wasn’t Lola.
His heart cracked all over again at the poor animal’s fate, but under that grief, a sense of relief bloomed. It hadn’t been her. Lola might still be out there. Somewhere. Hurt, lost, scared—but alive. Pedro clutched the phone for a moment, whispering a shaky thank you before handing it back.