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perimeter.”
    He vanished only to reappear a moment later. “He’s not there. I don’t know how he got out. I know I didn’t release him. Are you sure he’s not at the firehouse?”
    â€œBelieve me, Sylvia would’ve let me know if he’d been there. I’ll call down and have Ricky look around for him anyway.”
    Stella used her radio—cell phones didn’t work on the mountain. Internet and cable were sketchy at times but normally held up.
    â€œI can’t feel him either,” Eric said. “I can usually sense him. I don’t understand how he could vanish this way.”
    â€œDon’t worry. He’ll turn up. He knows this area fairly well by now. He’ll find his way back.”
    She wasn’t so sure a few hours later when there was still no sign of the puppy. Kimmie and David had brought Sylvia up to the cabin and walked the dog through the woods, hoping Hero’s mother would pick up his scent and lead them to him.
    Everyone who could help out had returned to the firehouse and initiated a search for the missing puppy. They’d scoured the woods around the firehouse, and even gone out to the areas on either side of the mountain road leading up to the cabin.
    â€œThere’s no sign of him, Chief.” Dean took off his Sweet Pepper High School Cougars ball cap and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “No one has seen him. It’s like he disappeared.”
    â€œWe know that didn’t happen,” Stella said. “He’s out here somewhere.”
    â€œHave you checked with the chimney sweep you had up here today?” Kent asked. “Maybe he saw Hero.”
    Stella had to admit that was a good idea. She went to the firehouse to use her cell phone, and picked up the Cherokee. There was no response at Patrick’s number, so she left a message on his voicemail.
    â€œI think we should make up some flyers and hang them around the area,” JC said. “My sister lost her dog last year and it helped. Hero’s a cute puppy. If people see him running around by himself, they’re bound to pick him up. We have to let them know he already has a home.”
    â€œWe could get the Dalmatian Rescue League involved too,” Kimmie said. “Since we’re members and Sylvia is a rescue dog, I’m sure they’d help out.”
    â€œAll good ideas,” Stella said. “Let’s get moving on them. The longer Hero is missing, the less of a chance we have of finding him.”
    There was a copy machine at the firehouse. Kimmie had a picture of Hero that they placed on the flyer above his name and a brief description. Almost everyone in the fire brigade had wanted their phone numbers on the flyer too. When the flyers were ready, everyone took a handful and went out to distribute them.
    Since Stella still needed to go to Sevierville for supplies, she stopped and stapled flyers along the main road. Every other power pole had a picture of Hero on it. There were a few abandoned buildings along the way and she papered those too.
    On the way back home, she left flyers at the convenience store in Frog Pond and at the gas station in Big Bear Springs.
    She didn’t know what else they could do. She’d called John but there wasn’t much the police were willing to do in the case of a missing dog—even if that dog was a member of the fire brigade.
    Someone had to have seen the puppy. As soon as that person was aware that Hero belonged to the fire brigade, he’d call. She felt sure of that, and yet, she was worried about Hero.
    He was very young and had only known a few people in his life. Though he ran through the woods frequently between the cabin and the firehouse, he didn’t know much about traffic. He could be hurt and in a ditch somewhere. Stella refused to think that way. She drove the Cherokee back from Sevierville and up Firehouse Road slowly, looking along the sides of the road for the