K.D. Williamson

“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.”