I love Aly. Very very much.
And now the not so fun stuff. Last night Paul rang me around midnight. Poor guy had been working all day. There was good news first, Samantha's home. She was just having a hard time, but she's okay now. Then he wanted to run some details by me. Apparently some bodies have been showing up on Dwyer Street. First he asked (very politely) if Deirdre had an alibi so he could keep the police from knocking down HER door asking for one. Don't worry, Sweetheart, I told him you were with your girls and he rang the hotel to confirm.
The reason he really wanted to speak to me was that he was concerned the killer was Mia. The bodies had crosses carved into them and she's...well...a religious nutcase. But once he was done describing them (and boy don't I wish I had a job that didn't include having dead bodies decribed to me late at night. At least I didn't have to see them this time) it didn't sound...inventive enough to be Mia. For want of a better word, really. No bite marks. Nothing.
Still, if it's not Mia, that means there's someone else out there. They're targeting prostitutes on Dwyer Street, but it's always best to be careful.
Deirdre. You just stay away from there, alright? Please?