"Oh good." The large officer said when Charlie arrived. "Now I don't gotta explain it twice."
For her part, Jennifer had a quick glance over at her partner. Glad to see him there. Glad that he was still the same guy. Glad that somehow, he was smiling. She'd wondered if he'd been in there, in Arkham, but now she didn't really care. Not at this exact moment anyway. She was just glad he was here.
She turned her attention back to the officer as he started to speak again. He was leading them up the steps into the house. "Two of em in here." He said. "It ain't like nothing we've seen in this town. We've seen some really weird shit, too. But this? This is brutal."
Jennifer looked around. So far, it wasn't unlike any other home. Lived in. Cared for. Perhaps a little messy, but she wasn't a neat freak. It didn't make her wonder if the occupants were slobs. Just that they didn't spend twenty four hours a day cleaning. And they didn't have a maid.
"One male, one female." The officer said, taking them through the living room into the kitchen, where the scene went from serene to something out of a nightmare. "They weren't killed fast, the crime scene guys says there's too much blood. That's not the only thing, neither. There's parts missing."
He turned and looked at Charlie and Jennifer and gave a little shrug. "You can talk to these other guys to get more details, but I'm outta here. This is your bag now. You figure out the details."
Jen watched him go, listening to him mutter under his breath about disgusting freaks and feeling sick. He wasn't the most professional cop she'd ever met, that was for sure. But at least he was honest about his feelings. She knew plenty of them would have sucked it up and just pretended to be fine. Those were the ones who went home and had nightmares every night. You had to accept what you saw.
She turned to Charlie when the guy was out of sight. Gave him a little smile. "It's good to see you, partner."