Izzy’s smile faded as Riley leaned forward, taking in his expression. She stared at him for a moment, searching his face for any sign he was trying to mess with her, but found no such evidence. Either he had been there, watching them, passed by the dog earlier, or knew something about it she feared she should be worried about.
	She licked her lips as she opened them to speak. “Uh, yeah...” she began slowly. “How'd you know? Does that mean something to you?”