The rain finally let up, the sun filtering down through the forest canopy. The rich scent of black earth and new life filled the air. Droplets of rain trickled down from leaves, and Caleb had to wipe some from his face.
He tested the air for something more.
“The rain probably washed away his scent,” said Brian. “Then we’ll track him.”
Caleb had regrets. He’d let that crazed bear walk away when he’d literally had him in his grasp. After checking the news reports and rounding up the remaining members of Joe’s sleuth, they’d determined three bears had gone rogue from the mutant genes. But the dominant one had already killed the other two. That left the same rogue bear that needed to be taken out.
He'd been toying with them, leaving little calling cards near their home to let them know he’
