Lucky for Betty, or unlucky for her, the sound of the siren caught Charlie's attention, and he let her go. He didn't stop her from picking up the ring, meaning maybe she was about to get away with freeing the poor woman's soul. He watched the end of the alley to make sure the over zealous types, who know the City had some of those, didn't come barreling down and upset the crime scene. He looked back at her, just in time to see that she was using the body as a support?
"Hmm." His lips thinned. That didn't look good. "Guilty conscience?" Well, it might explain why she kept moving as if to touch the body. Then again. "Unlucky in that you touched her, I suppose. We'll have to take your prints now. We would have to take them anyway, I guess. You are here. It's the price of wanting to help; you have to be eliminated from the line up."
He knew what it was like to be thought of as guilty until proven innocent, but he had a job to do. He motioned for her to step aside.
"Better get out of the way before they make you touch more of her."