Haley paused. “Occupation?” “Psychiatrist at Universal Hospital.” Haley stopped typing and stared. Dr. Tonya Preston stared right back. “You’re looking at me like I said I was a hooker in the French Quarter.

...it was actually the first time I’ve been shot at.” “Congrats? It’s New Orleans. I’m sure that won’t be the last, though it doesn’t sound like something to put on a cake.” “Greetin’ card either.

She turned to Stephanie. "I'm going to the bathroom. You coming?" "Yes, since women have to travel in pairs." Tonya chuckled. Once that were around the corner, Stephanie pounced. "Holy crap! I've never seen you like that before. Not that I ever had the chance, but holy shit, Tonya, you need to jump on this train. I think it's coming for you whether you want it to or not.