The woman on the other end listened patiently but sighed with regret. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rogers,” she said, her voice apologetic. “With the storm rolling in, our rescue team can’t make it out until it clears. It’s just too dangerous right now.”
Jeremy thanked her, his heart sinking as he hung up. The snow was falling faster, thicker, and the cold was biting through every crack and crevice of his old house. He glanced outside at the dog, still hunched over its hidden treasure.