"Sweet cheeks?" Charlie had caught that much of the conversation anyway, his attention quickly turning back to the reaper. "Crews, Charlie Crews." Just in case she forgot.
Charlie shifted his weight and stepped back as the guys and gals in blue came down the alley way to start doing their jobs. He instructed a few, informed a few others. The ME was one of the first to arrive. They were normal City dwellers, so there was something a little off; yet, they always seemed capable enough. Why the City bothered with a police force...Charlie wondered that often enough.
"They'll want to take your statement." Charlie was standing beside Betty now, his hands in his pockets.