Hale had been all the way across town when he'd gotten the page. Immediately, he'd turned his car around--he'd been off-duty at the time, but in his line of work you were always on call, and gotten on the freeway toward the crime scene. Of course he got caught behind a wreck and took ten minutes more than he should have.
When he finally arrived, he parked the car across the street and got out, straightening his tie. Nox obviously had the scene under control now, and he gave the bloody area a quick but highly observant once-over before making his way to where Nox and the woman were sitting. When he saw the blood on her clothing, his expression softened from purely business to something tinged with sympathy. People shouldn't have to see this kind of violence.
"Nox," he said, by way of greeting, though he knew the demon already knew he was there. Demon senses and all that. "I'm detective Hale Everard," he said to the woman, keeping his distance because he knew that witnesses to violent crimes often didn't like being crowded by strangers for obvious reasons. He looked up at Nox. "What do we know?"