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Luckily for them, Gallagher wasn’t home. No cars in the massive four-car garage, no sign of recent activity. Wherever Gallagher was, he planned on being there for a while.

“This is almost too easy.” Davis pointed to the cages of animals.

Small puppies whimpered in their cages and the closer Jackson and Davis came, the more they realized their intentions. The puppies mothers had thin weak bodies as if they hadn’t been fed in weeks. Their cages hadn’t been cleaned, and the small animals looked as if they suffered a great deal. Jackson glanced at the dogs inside the building next to the puppy cages and found four quarantined pit bulls growling to the point spittle flew from their mouths in strings.

“Uh, Jack, is this blood?” Davis pointed to the ground.

Jackson left the quarantined dogs and looked at the ground. “Looks like it. What is he doing with these animals?”

Davis started walking, leading them both to a caged ring serving only one purpose. Fighting.

“We need to get out of here, Davis.” Jackson shook his head. “And if this sorry ass doesn’t leave Autumn alone, he’s going to be in some serious trouble.”

Halfway home Davis’ cell rang. He answered it and hung up shortly afterward. “He’s struck again. Jeff said this time it was bad.”

“What happened?”

“He torched the place. And there were about thirty-some animals inside.”