Chapter 14
Chloe
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THE ROADS WERE starting to get very slippery and everyone was driving slowly. Almost too slowly. By the time I made it home, I was too tired to do much of anything, so I decided to unpack some of my clothing and then get to the Christmas tree. As I was deciding where to put it, my cell phone rang. It was a phone number I didn’t recognize.
“Hello?”
“Hey, is this Chloe Wilson?”
I groaned inwardly. The guy sounded too cheery to be anything but a telemarketer. “Yes.”
“It’s Tank. I don’t know if you remember me, but we met last year at the Gold Vipers’ fundraiser.”
“Of course, I remember you,” I said, relaxing. “How’ve you been?”
We chatted for a while about the last few months and then he brought up the fundraiser.
“Tomorrow we could use a few people to hand
