Gemma sighs, taking a sip of her coffee. They have found out who the girl is and will be going to see her parents this morning. Even though Gemma always dreamed of doing this job and putting away the bad guys, she has always hated having to inform unsuspecting families.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Tank’s voice pulls her from her train of thought, and she shakes her head.
“No,” She sighs, turning around to look at him.
She has been standing in the kitchen, staring at the bright moon, for who knows how long!
“Me neither.” He sighs and makes himself a cup of tea before he takes the two steps towards her and leaves a kiss on her temple.
She hasn’t received any more calls from the killer, and it’s been four days.
“What if he’s already taken another girl?” Her eyes begged Tank’s to tell her it can’t
