Charlie didn't let go of her wrist just yet, just watched her. Signs of life. He looked down at the woman, or what had been a woman; he didn't care that she was probably a hooker.
"I'll check." He let the mysterious woman go and reached down to touch where a pulse should have been. None. "She's dead. Now please back away."
He sounded very professional, but he gave her a slight smile. "They'll be here soon, and you don't want to be questioned, do you?" She was an odd one; he remembered that at least about her. That she was different, but then everyone was a little different. Especially here. He knew he was different, yet he was a cop, and there did not seem to be so many cops. yes, he was definitely different. Caring beautiful women? They were actually more common than police detectives in the City, or so it seemed. Then again, he hadn't met every single person in the City, so his assumption might be making an ass out of him and possibly her. No, just him.
"Please." He motioned for her to move back as he stood.