Gemma paces the safe house feeling trapped. Not knowing what is going on is making her slowly go insane. Cappie has taken the case away from her because it’s now become a conflict of interest, she can’t go to work because they fear that this unknown killer might snatch her up…
“How are you doing?” Tank rubs her arms, and she realizes that she isn’t even seeing what’s in front of her.
She is standing in the passage, staring at a painting of a little house in the middle of a clearing. Secluded and away from everything and everyone. It reminds her of home and how simple things can be.
“I think I made a mistake. I’m not up to this challenge. I will never be as good as Captain Bradley.” She sighs, and he makes her turn around and look at him.
She pulls at her nails, feeling nausea creep up
