Dan Lazar glanced at the sun melting behind the Blue Ridge Mountains. The rotor wash from the search helicopter sputtered above him as he flicked on his headlamp. He shook his head. For all the snazzy machinery money could rent or buy, it wouldn't find twelve-year-old Griffin. Only a nose on the ground could locate a kid in Pisgah National Forest. Dan signaled his dog, Reacher. Four hours later, Reacher pointed. Moonbeams filtered through rhododendron leaves sheltering the missing boy. Dan spotted the mushrooms an instant later. "Not making Boy Scouts like they used to," Dan thought as Griffin moaned.
Reacher the dog!!!