“Absolutely not.”
“Sir?”
“That building has been searched.”
“He’s indicating something.”
“He’s distracted.”
Caleb looked at Ranger.
After hundreds of searches together, he knew the difference.
This wasn’t distraction.
The dog was working.
Caleb approached the door.
Ford stepped in front of him.
“Sergeant, we have a schedule.”
“If he’s alerting—”
“He isn’t.”
Ranger suddenly barked.
Once.
Sharp.
Everyone nearby turned.
Ford’s face hardened.
“Get him under control.”
Caleb reached for the handle.
Locked.
“That supposed to be locked?” he asked.
Ford looked toward a maintenance supervisor.
The supervisor frowned.
“No.”
Caleb’s pulse changed.
Ranger scratched at the base of the door.
Ford radioed security.
“No one goes inside until we know what we’re dealing with.”
