Copyright 2016, Lizzy Eliot
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely, and sadly coincidental.
“We don’t run a charity,” the man behind the desk said gruffly.
Paul, I thought. The guy’s name was Paul. He had a nice face, sandy brown hair, and brown eyes. He looked nice enough that if I hadn’t been so rattled, so nervous, I’d be able to remember his name. Right now it was hard to remember anything. I was in trouble.