"Dana, I'm telling you, there's something really wrong with her." Chyler leaned on the counter to take some chips from the bowl.
"What the hell are you talking about? That Aria of yours, again?" her friend looked at her with a bit sad eyes, but Toussaint decided to ignore that. If they started talking about the night the other day, she would not be able to think about anything else. And she really didn't want to think about the fact she might have slept with her best friend. "What did she do now?"
"We were on the crime scene. Imagine a carnage around, a lot of blood, massacred corpse, and she, as if nothing happened, started to joke around about that. And let me tell you, none of those were funny in those circumstances."
"I don't think the victim paid any mind." Dana shrugged, sipping from her glass.
