The detectives returned that afternoon, coats darker from drizzle, joined by two uniformed officers and an Animal Control handler. The new presence made the ward hum with quiet curiosity. Elena was at the nurses’ station when she saw them come in, boots wet, faces set with purpose. Valorian’s head lifted instantly.
“Miss Ward,” the senior detective greeted her. “We’d like to try something.” Behind him stood a police dog. It was sleek and alert, a contrast to Valorian’s broad solemnity. “If this one really brought her here,” he said, nodding toward the mastiff, “maybe he can show us where he found her.” Valorian looked wary.