"The homeowner swore it was just the wind howling. But my K9 pressed his ear to the padlocked door and started to cry. I cut the chains anyway. CHAPTER 1 "" Officer, I’m telling you for the last time, it’s the corrugated metal vibrating in the wind. You’re trespassing."" Mr. Vance’s voice was smooth, too smooth for a man standing in the pouring rain at 2:00 AM. He was a pillar of the community—City Council, Rotary Club, the guy who handed out full-sized candy bars on Halloween. But my K9, Thor,