“I’m just a delivery guy!” The young man stands with his arms in the air and fear in his eyes.
“I just deliver the food.” His voice went up three octaves in the process.
Gemma studies his eyes to see if he is telling the truth, then lets him go. They’ve already spoken to the restaurant, and they don’t have any records of who ordered the food. It basically tells them that she ordered it, thanks to the killer’s clever ways.
She pulls the half-frozen young man’s shirt straight and apologizes for her behavior, watching him leave, but he doesn’t take his eyes off her. She sighs, unlocks her door, and walks inside.
Her apartment is still in the same mess it was before she left, but she is too tired at the moment to clean up and walks straight to her bedroom, flopping down on her mattress.
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