(Sorry. I've had RPGer's Block lately

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A short while later, Daisy and Lyle were at Christina's apartment. Christina locked the door behind them.
"Make yourselves at home. Looks like we'll be here for awhile," she said.
"Hey, is the news on? I heard some weird story about some dude chopped up by his own plane on the radio," Lyle said.
"Yeah, it should still be on. Or, look online," Christina said from the kitchen. Lyle plopped down on the black leather couch and turned the TV on. Daisy just stood and wathced the screen display the news. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes, the news of James' death was reported.
"Holy s***," Lyle gasped when he saw James' photograph pop up on the screen. "Christina, come look at this!" Christina came out as she cracked a can of Pepsi open.
"Oh, s***. That's one of the folks that was at the museum with us," Christina spoke up.
"That makes two that are dead now," Lyle replied.
"Looks like we not only have a vengeful psychopath on our hands, but a vengeful psychopath becoming a freakin' serial killer," Christina said with disgust. Daisy remained silent as she continued to stare at the TV, her color all drained out of her.