Gemma
Gemma by Callie Messenger I trotted quickly up the stairs to Daly's flat. She'd called me at work about heading out for dinner. I had clothes there so I would shower and change before we left. Possibly we might have time for something else too. I knocked on the door, and was a little surprised to watch it swing open. I walked in and called her name. She answered from the bedroom. I dropped my case and walked through. As I entered the bedroom, Daly was laid on...