My trip to Liam's to track him down turned out to be a total bust. Yeah, story of my life. The house was dark, not a soul answered the door and I started to worry maybe he and his mother had picked up and moved again. I ran home, tried calling him, but without any luck.

Crap. Galleytrot took off without me in search of him, or if that failed, his grandfather, and I let him go. I was tired and stressed out as it was. As soon as the black dog found Liam and/or Fergus he'd let me ...