"Okay, what do we have?"
"Thresh. Only." Aria shrugged. "Seriously, how many times you want to go over it, again and again? There's nothing more."
"And how can you be so sure that he's a part of Hellblades?"
"I have my… reasons." Aria averted her gaze, scratching her collarbone. Chyler just raised her eyebrow, but didn't comment. Not that she believed Callaghan would tell her anything; she might have been a brat tamer, but she was not a miracle maker.
"Mhm." She grunted, but her partner seemed not to care. "That's a bit not enough to be legitimate, you know that?"
"I'm known a bunch for not giving a fuck, you aware?" Aria countered, and Chyler just rolled her eyes. What was ever telling her she had ANY sort of chances with that person?
"Fine. Jerome Quartaro. Charged with minor thievery and suspected of distributing marijuana…"
"As if it was illegal." She sighed, crossing her arms on her chest, but Toussaint gave her a side glance.
