The sound of water and cars filled his ears as he looked down at Meya she was so small but in a shapely way. The sudden softness in her tore at him for being so rough with her but there was nothing he could do about it now. Chris nods in agreement with her words " a women unique was found in a dumpster, naked, it appears she was strangled" he said his voice tense. There had been a rise in murders when regular humans found out about the unique's true they were in the light now but they were targets. Even him a cop was a target for those that disliked there kind or say them as evil. Chris had his own demons to deal with and to help quite those demons he got scum off the street. "If we hurry we can make it before the rain washes away anymore evidence" he says offering out his hand which was once gloved but no longer. He had a demon arm the only showing piece of what he truly could be, not something he regularly discussed or showed. But with Meya it wasn't a concern she was the same as him maybe not in experience or life but in the way others looked at them or at least he told himself that.