Once she was changed, she wrapped the dress around her blood-stained clothing, and threw the bundle as far off the road as possible. She chuckled.
Climbing back in the car to continue the journey, she was still chuckling. She had to find the humor in the bad situations she kept finding herself in or she’d go nuts.
Samantha looked intently at her. “Why are you laughing?”
“If forensics tries to match those bloodstains, they’re going to be very confused.”
“I just got back from the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre.” (from Quinn by Marie Evergreen) http://tinyurl.com/mdnew8m