Tyrel Hansen P.I. : The Curious Case of the Dog on the Highway: Tyrel Hanson P.I., #3

By Catherine Milos

For the first time in a long time Tyrel Hanson, the professional demon hunter turned P.I., may be out of his element. When an abandoned dog enters his life, he has some big decisions to make. On top of the new life in his hands, children are dying and the mysterious illness may have a supernatural cause. Can he and Stephen solve the case of the origins of the dog and stop children from dying or will Heaven have to intervene and help?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Catherine Milos
• Release date: Apr 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781988951102

Catherine Milos

Catherine Milos is a Canadian author who has been writing stories since she could hold a crayon. She has published numerous creative non-fiction articles in journals, essays, poetry and occasionally the odd business writing piece. She finds the most enjoyment in writing novel-length fiction.Aside from writing, Catherine’s passions include rescuing strays, creating and appreciating art, connecting with nature, and being amazed by the magic of life.

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Author’s Biography

The Curious Case of the Dog on the Highway

Any places, situations, events or characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, places, situations, or events is purely coincidental. Any resemblance to existing fictitious places, situations, events or characters appearing in this work is purely coincidental.

Text Copyright © 2019 by Catherine Milos. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the written permission of the author.

ISBN-13: 978-1-988951-10-2 (eBook)

Other books in this series

Tyrel Hanson P.I. : The Case of the Hundun (#1)

Tyrel Hanson P.I. : The Case of the Mullo (#2)

Other books in this universe

Angels and Avalon (#1)

Demons and Destiny (#2)

Innocence and Ire (#3)

Pansophy and Perdition (#4)

Festivities and Familiars (#6)

Other books by Catherine Milos

Through Dragon Eyes

To the rescuers, rescue organizations, professionals, and veterinarians who work to keep our fur family healthy and safe.

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"S

hit!"

I swerve the car.

The prairies have roads so long you think you’re in Hell. It can be hard on the body and mind if you don’t occasionally stop, walk around, and do things to break the monotony. The horizon stretches so far into the distance the locals joke you can see your lost dog running away for days.

Except, I didn’t see this one until last minute.

What the hell? Stephen asks from the passenger seat. He had been snoring loudly before I swerved into a white-powdered ditch. I push the door open, frantic. I scan the road.

Please…

It’s impossible to drive prairie roads and not end up in the ditch at least once in your lifetime. Between gravel roads, snow drifts, floods, broken pavement, and potholes big enough to fit a sleeping cow, the ditch summons cars like a succubus summons weak men.

It’s late fall and there is already a thin fluff of snow on the ground. It might melt this afternoon, or, it could be here to stay. The snow reaches along the road as far as I can see. I guess it is here to stay.

I see what I swerved to miss and exhale with relief. It’s just sitting there, shivering. Stephen’s footsteps crunch the snow and dry prairie grasses as he joins me at my side.

Shit, Stephen says. He’s looking back and forth between the dog on the road and the horizon to our right.

I see it. A set of headlights only a few kilometers away. I dart into the highway and snatch the dog from certain death. The car doesn’t see the pup and honks at me, swerving into the passing lane. Air rushes past me as the car nearly clips me, honking loudly.

The black ball of fur is no bigger than my hand, the reason I missed it until the last second.

Stephen looks both ways before hurrying towards me. I carefully examine the pup, rolling it gently between my hands. She’s alert, considering her circumstance it’s a miracle.

It’s so tiny. What is it doing out here?

It’s just a baby, Stephen offers over my shoulder.

"Crank the heater up and get some of that jerky and water from the back seat. Break the jerky into tiny pieces. Like really tiny. Call the tow truck and figure out where the nearest vet is."

Stephen runs back to the car. I removed my coat in the comfort of the car so all I have is body heat to keep the tiny thing from freezing to death. I cradle the dog to my chest, one of my hands completely encasing it, as I follow behind Stephen.

What the hell are you doing out here? I mutter at the dog. It gazes up at me with huge black eyes. It isn’t shivering and I worry hypothermia has set in. What I know of hypothermia is when you stop shivering and moving, you die. I check its parts. It’s a girl. Her. Her eyes are closed.

I won’t let you die. I promise her as I slide into the driver seat.

Stephen works fast. He’s on the phone. The heat is raging out of the car vents. In his other hand, he holds out the jerky and a bottle of water to me. I close the door to keep the heat in and retrieve my coat. I make a bed in my lap with it and wrap her up. She has fallen asleep and I fear for her tiny life.

I reach into the glove box and crack a heat pack, tucking it between the layers of my jacket. I don’t care if I have frost bite, but I do care if she does. I inspect her inch by inch, careful not to lose any of the heat. No frostbite. A bloody miracle.

I hate people. How could they abandon such a small thing on