Indeed, no pulse. Like Karen, but warmer. That probably explains the proximity alarm, he thought. Jeepers, how many dead people were walking around in this town?
"Just a sec. I'm assuming the door was locked when you slammed it in my face, so unless you have a key on you, we'll have to climb up." It was rarely relevant, but Venkman was fairly tall. He used this advantage and his High School basketball layup to grab the end of the fire escape ladder and pull it down.
As he began to climb, he answered her question. "We're just trying to make sense of things here," he said, unwittingly quoting a police procedural he'd been watching last night. "There were a series of murders a while back, and apparently one of them recalls being drawn to you when she was dead. Now, I'm not saying you were involved in any other way, we just want to find out more about that whole series of events. Helps us sleep better at night."