Chapter SixGarret didn’t know whether to be thrilled or worried. If his team had been searching on their own, they’d still be back at the first building, breaking into bay after bay of worthless garbage. Some of it would be household belongings, stored when refugees had been told they couldn’t take them across the border—all held in the hopes of returning someday. Foodstuffs, manufacturing supplies, bicycle parts, the list was endless. The locks were feeble at best, easily picked. But each lock took time. Each inspection was visual and usually tedious.
But the dog went by each bay as fast as they could walk.
This was either fast…or useless. What if they’d walked by some major weapons cache?
He’d worked with military war dogs before, but always as point on a patrol, sniffing out buried I
