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Sitting on a bench in the park, the two detectives tried to enjoy the warm sunlight and cool breeze. Gemma’s report is still sinking in as Max watches a group of children run around a nearby playground. He pulls out … Continue reading →

With a nurse standing outside, Gemma and Max quietly enter the hospital room that reeks of rubbing alcohol. They can see that Rhonda is resting, the former bridesmaid handcuffed to the bed for her own safety. Large bandages are around … Continue reading →

“Fancy meeting you here, kitty,” Dawn says as she takes the seat across from Gemma. The detective stares at her, a piece of bacon still in her mouth. “Glad you’re enjoying the breakfast buffet. We don’t do this often for … Continue reading →

“I do have to admit that this is somewhat exciting,” Alicia whispers as she walks arm in arm with her husband. They move to the side to let a group of kids run by, all of the children exciting to … Continue reading →

The late hour and lack of proof gives Gemma pause when she gets to the suite’s door, her hand repeatedly rising in vain to knock. She wishes she had her badge or some way to identify herself as a police … Continue reading →

Each with their own platter of large crab legs, the pair relax at a table next to a window that gives them a clear view of the street. Gemma admits that talking to Roy has helped clear her head of … Continue reading →

Gemma taps at the edge of her plate, which is devoid of the fried calamari that she put on Dawn’s tab. Several glasses are on the table, half of them having contained water while the rest held a mixed drink … Continue reading →