Chapter Seven
I’d just sat down to start work the next morning when my desk phone rang. It wasn’t a number I recognized, so I considered ignoring it but decided against it — because no one called me unless they really wanted me to know something.
“Hello, this is Zoe,” I answered.
“This Zoe Clarke?” a gruff voice said on the other end of the line.
“It is. Who’s calling?” I asked.
“Chief Mueller.” My heart skipped a beat. Of all people, Moon Grove’s chief of police was the last one I wanted to call me at work — or ever.
“Good morning, Chief. What can I do for you?” I asked though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.
“Sorry to bother you, especially at work, but there are a couple questions I need to ask you,” Mueller said.
“Well, it’s not like I can say no, right?”
“You can sa
