Head over to Steve’s.

Steven greets you are the door with a warm smile and gives Rebecca a big hug. You shake his hand firmly and hand him a nice bottle of pinot noir. He shows the two of you in, where you take a seat in the lounge room, and he goes and fixes you some pre-dinner drinks.

"Where's Gemma?" you ask innocently, lounging back into a soft armchair.

"I think she's out with a friend tonight," replies Steven, handing Rebecca a glass of white wine, and a glass of whiskey to you. A wave of disappointment washes over you until you realize that doing anything risky while all four of you were in the house would've been damn near lunacy. "She spends a lot of time out these days. Which I don't mind, it's nice she's going out and making friends. Sometimes I feel bad for dragging her all the way to a new town."

The three of you make idle chit-chat, and whilst Rebecca and Steven are engrossed in some discussion between the two of them, you pull out your phone and send Gemma a text, asking where she is. You receive a reply instantly, which you read surreptitiously in your lap. It's a selfie of her and a cute blonde girl you presume to be her friend. The background looks like a dingy bar not too dissimilar from the bar the two of you met a few days earlier. It seems she likes to frequent those sorts of places, although you concede they are the most likely not to check identification. After a few moments, you receive another text from Gemma with a short message:

My room is at the end of the hallway. There are some panties in the top left drawer of my dresser. Pick your favorite xxx