Part 58

The guy in the suit glanced around the bus, but no one, not even myself, seemed interested in answering his inquiry. Then there's Tara, who raises her hands as she stands up to confront the guy. "How come you're searching for her while I'm already here?" Tara was going to place her hand on the guy's chest when the man suddenly took her hand and held it strongly in his own. "Hey, I'm the one you're looking for, I am... Gemma?"

"I couldn't care less about you; I just want to know who Gemma is." The guy said solemnly.

Mishelley rises to her feet. "That's what you get for stealing someone else's identity. Tara isn't Gemma, and she will never be Gemma."

She's trying to do something. I know what she wants to do. I yanked her shirt off to deter her since I was certain she'd point at me. "Mishelley, don't you dare point at me," I said in hushed tones. "Don't ever point a finger in my direction. I'm warning you."

The guy let go of Tara's hand and began to move toward where we were. "Tell me, yo