Chapter 21: Breakfast at Number Thirty-Two, and a Hundred and Four Degrees

Chloe's POV

Before dawn, Priscilla Danforth's voice came through the iron gate of Number Thirty-Two — sharp, nasal, cutting through the rain without any effort.

My radar sense was running. I stood at the second-floor window with the curtain pulled across the front, eyes half closed. Two hundred me...

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