Chapter Forty-Two
Friday, October 20th, 2000, 10:06 pm
Angie’s flat was stunning. It was on the fifteenth floor in a tower in The Barbican. Gemma didn’t know a lot about London property, but the huge space must cost a fortune.
“Daddy uses it too!” Angie told her. “Would you like to see his Dungeon?”
“He has a Dungeon here?” Gemma gasped.
“Just a small one; he has a bigger one at our house outside Oxford – big cellars, you know! You like the Dungeon don’t you, Zee-Zee?”
Zoe blushed, and then nodded. “It can be fun, yes.”
Angie took Gemma’s hand and led her along a corridor. Halfway along she turned to the wall and pressed with both palms. When she released the pressure a door clicked open. Angie pulled it towards her and led Gemma inside.
When the lights went on, Gemma’s jaw dropped
