Blind Date (part 13)
Gemma stops. They’ve come to a viewpoint as the sun sinks over the Olympic Mountains—a blaze of rose and orange and purple.
“He was killed,” Gemma says, her voice flat as she stares out to the horizon.
Jim takes her hand, and guides her to one of the benches overlooking the view. A full minute passes before he asks softly, “What happened?”
