Detective Phelps: What's her story?
Officer 1: Last seen falling out of a bar with some goon. He got fresh, she got shy, he got angry.
Officer 2: Witness has him late forties, six foot, light shirt, dark trousers. He's gotta be still in the vicinity, Detective. She's not even cold.
Detective Phelps: Blunt force trauma. Must have grabbed the first thing to hand and clocked her with it.
Man: Phelps, check the roof. We came down the alley from Seventh Street, sir, he didn't slip past us. Try the rooftops. Filthy rat might have gone for higher ground.
Detective Phelps: There's our suspect. Give it up! LAPD!