"What's her problem?" Toussaint frowned, sitting behind her desk after almost kicking Aria out of her car. They got to know nothing, the questioning didn't tell them anything about the events.
Hell, and that wasn't even Aria's fault.
Toussaint was wondering what was wrong with Callaghan. Was she just like that, or maybe she just wanted to be seen like a mean bitch, actually being a softie? Nah, that didn't seem to be the case, but at the same time Chyler was aware she couldn't just discard that possibility.
The phone started ringing, so she picked it up, not even looking at the screen. She rarely did.
"Toussaint."
"Chyler, hello, I got your guy, the stabbed one!" she heard a very joyous voice of the pathologist that was working in their morgue. "I got your partner on the phone before, such a charming soul. She wanted to accompany me during the autopsy, do you want to join us?"
