"They Left Him to Freeze in a Dumpster Behind a Chicago Diner, But They Made One Mistake: They Fed Him First. My K9 Partner Didn’t Smell the Garbage—He Smelled the Formula. PART 1 CHAPTER 1: THE SCENT OF THE WRONG TRACK It was 2:00 AM in Chicago, the kind of cold that doesn’t just hit your skin; it moves through the layers of Kevlar and settles deep in your bones. The wind was whipping off the lake, cutting through the alleyways of the South Side like a serrated knife. I’m Officer Mark, and the