The corpse was the most horrifying sight that Inspector Galloway had seen in ten long years on the force, and that was saying a lot. It lay in a pool of the author's lost self respect.
"Lauren James, according to her ID. Former writer of credibility and high standing," DC Finchley said. "Until she got mixed in with this lot, it seems."
She slid the victim's purse to an evidence bag with a sensual grace that belied their totally gross surroundings.
Galloway held out his hand, and she passed him the evidence. A spark of chemistry jumped between the cops as their fingers brushed, but they ignored it, as they would for another six seasons. It wasn't time yet.
"We'll catch them soon," Galloway said reassuringly, gazing deep into Finchley's eyes. "Claire's coven won't be in operation for much longer."
"I'm not sure how much longer this city can survive," Finchley said, gazing pensively at the degraded and maligned corpse. The camera slowly zoomed in on her face, sad music playing.