Images of Juniper flashed in her mind. His desperate clinging, his frantic meows—he had known. Somehow, Juniper had sensed the danger Ollie was in. His last act had been to protect his friend, to keep him close in a final, futile attempt to save him. Vanessa’s eyes filled with tears.
But grief would have to wait. Ollie was still out there, and Vanessa wasn’t going to let him become another victim. Her resolve hardened into steel. She called Samantha, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. They needed a plan, and they needed it now.