In the aftermath, paramedics checked Marcus for bruises and minor scrapes. Luna, unhurt beyond a few muddy paw prints, licked his face. He clutched her protectively, vowing never to let her wander too far again. The sense of relief rippled through him, easing the tension that had knotted his body.
Police lights fanned over the wetlands, revealing details of the criminals’ hidden operation. Raccoons perched in the trees, watching warily. The crooks had capitalized on those animals’ dexterity for theft, but now their ring was shattered. Marcus inhaled the swamp air, equal parts heavy and liberating.