"This murderer has a sick mind."
Jane stands up from inspecting the body and looks around at the giant nativity figures that surround them.
"It certainly doesn't sing of peace on earth and goodwill to all men."
"Very nice work. This isn't your usual cheap, grotesque affair, this is by someone who cares about the Christmas story."
Jane stops.
Aha"
"What, you got something."
"The King did it."
Lisbon opens her eyes in mock astonishment.
"C,mon Jane stop messing around."
"No seriously.
Jane is pointing to one of the gifts in the Kings hands.
"Is this gold, myrrh or frankincense?"