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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 →

Waiting outside the morgue, Max meticulously cleans his glasses even though they are spotless. He glances at the crying families that surround him, all of them having arrived to identify the deceased. The sight of a confused boy asking when … Continue reading →

“We’re doing interviews throughout the building, ma’am. Do you have a few minutes to answers questions?” Max asks as he enters Gemma’s room. He stops at the sight of the large television in the wall, the channel listing making him … Continue reading →

Gemma comes out of the stairwell and gasps for breath, the elevators already having opened to let all of the gurneys out. Police are struggling to keep the crowd organized while those in charge set up quieter interviewing areas in … Continue reading →

Bridget covers her eyes as the glistening dancer removes his pants and gyrates for her maid of honor. Never being interested in parties, she knew her bachelorette party would reach a level of discomfort. The only thing keeping her calm … Continue reading →

With the sounds of celebration ebbing from the rooftop, Gemma relaxes in the pool and tries to spot stars in the cloudy sky. She is surprised that the sounds of the city are so distant and only the banging of … Continue reading →

Gemma sighs as she continues walking around the suite with her cellphone held out in front of her. The live video of a blonde-haired man pauses for a second, forcing her to wait until she can hear him talking again. … Continue reading →