"Have we run a positive ID on this one yet?"<br/><br/>Her eyes flickered over the fallen body a common prostitute;<em>gun shot, small caliber, close-range.</em>The woman was scantily-clad, and the way she lay on the ground, cold and stiff, she glanced over to see a fellow officer's eyes move from her legs up to the gratuitous panty shot they were all given; a neon-pink thong.<em>Classy.</em>An eye roll ensued, but she said nothing.<br/><br/>"There's no actual identification on this one, her purse was stripped. Mugged, maybe. Reports say it might be a twenty-one year old girl named Elise Cohen. Jew name. Cracked down on a strip joint she was a part of once before and did a sting operation -- she was takin' fifties for some dick-to-mouth resuscitation, if you know what I'm saying. She did some talking and we dropped charges."<br/><br/>"Thank you for that," she remarked sarcastically, then knelt down over the body, giving it the once-over, her fingers gently probing open her coat, examining the woman's outfit choice, then glanced at her fallen purse. "Anything else missing out of her stuff?"<br/><br/>"We recovered a few wads of twenties and some typical stuff...makeup, a few cigarettes, and a set of house keys -- we'll visit Elise Cohen's residence later to confirm a match."<br/><br/>"So they shot her but didn't take her money. She's got no ID on her...Woman's a stripper and a prostitute, she must've been working..." Marion began to mumble, one hand over her mouth in contemplation as she knelt close to the woman's head, examining the entrance and exit wounds individually, eyes squinted slightly.<em>It's common for jilted men who are already a few screws loose to stalk strippers and the like...</em>