Chapter Twenty-Six
Gemma
“I’m sorry, can you say that again?” I asked, adjusting my phone in my hand.
“Harley got a really weird message,” Daphne explained. “Here’s exactly what it said, I wrote it down. ‘I’m looking for Harley Jackson. This is Tom Johnson, an attorney based in Portland. I understand you’re familiar with Gemma Marlon. We have a question about a legal case pertaining to her and are hoping you might be able to provide some information.’”
Bitter dread coated the insides of my stomach, and I felt a little sick. “Do you recognize that attorney’s name?” Daphne pressed.
I swallowed and that familiar panic-laced anxiety tightened around my chest. I took several deep breaths before managing a reply. “I do. Now I have to explain an uncomfortable situation.”
“Do you want to mee
