Chapter 92: Antonio is Worth A Bundle

On the drive to interview Chloe Pearson, it started to snow. The large soggy flakes boasted an incoming mountain of snow, but the warmer temperatures meant it would really amount to a bunch of slush and muck. The highway was bad enough but once they turned onto the grid road things went South. The blowing snow made visibility impossible, and the Jeep slid all over the road that's surface had turned to mush.

"God damn, these grids are brutal," Randy quipped. "My winters are getting a workout."

Cassie sneered in his direction. All she could think of was a mucky alpaca and his shitty ass potentially dirtying up her van. She hoped they'd locate the alpaca before she needed to victimize her own vehicle.

They arrived at the Donnelly farm, Chloe's parents' place of residence. The modest brick bungalow, typical of large prairie farms, didn't boast size, just practicality, but looked in need of upgrades. The house was a place to cook and sleep in between working the land.