“You can not kill her with blades or bullets. She does not bleed. She’s crossed over.”

George looked at Talia like she had finally lost her mind. She always seemed like a psychotic bitch to him but this confirmed his previous convictions that she has sniffed up one to many bags of Bliss. Either that or she must have been dropped too many times when she was a child. Something definitely wasn’t right about her, and sometimes it was just plain disturbing.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” George asked the sultry war mongering assassin.

“Why don’t you think outside of the fucking box for a second you moron?” Talia shouted finally losing her patients with the stubborn police man.

“The crow is her link to the land of living and the realm of the dead. She has power, but its power you can take.”

George still looked loss. Talia was speaking a language that was entirely foreign to George’s one dimensional mind.

“Oh you stupid piece of rat shit.” Victor walked next to George and placed his hands on the confused cop’s shoulder.

“Kill the bird, you kill the ghost. She becomes a powerless as any other mortal. Hello haven’t you ever watched horror movies.” Victor sometimes wondered why he surrounded himself with an idiot like George Peterson. If it wasn’t for his pull at the police department, he would have killed him right there and then if it meant that he didn’t have to put up with George’s stupidity any more.

“Ok. Ok so we kill the bird, and then she follows. How the hell do we do that?”

Victor sighed in frustration as he banged his head against the wall. ‘What an idiot.’ He thought to him self as he walked towards George.

“You know…I should be doing your job. I would make a much better detective than you Georgie.”

Victor threw a manila colored folder on the table that contained surveillance pictures. George picked up the folder as he looked through its contents; he came across a few medium sized pictures of a young lady in a cemetery. She was placing flowers on Dana’s grave before she was resurrected