The little silver wolf charm was still hanging off the phone case, alone.He'd tied it on himself, on my tenth birthday, fumbling at the knot. He'd ruffled my hair and told me, very seriously, that as long as I carried the Sterling mark, I could never get lost from the pack.I remember looking up at him. "But if I did get lost, would you come find me?"He'd flicked my forehead and grinned. "Stupid question."Cain held out his hand, voice rough. "Give it to me."He stood rigid in the hallway, taking the evidence bag. Through the plastic, he turned the gray phone over. The little silver wolf was still there, hanging off the back.His fingers were shaking. He typed in my birthday. The screen unlocked.The wallpaper was a photo. The two of us, kids, on a border patrol with our father.I was maybe eight or nine, in two crooked little braids. He was standing next to me. Both of us stiff and unsmiling, frowning at the camera like neither of us knew what to do with our faces.Something went ou
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