"Possibly. Someone who was kept in there." Charlie couldn't bring himself to say the name. Not yet. It had felt too much like prison, or worse. At least in prison he had more control of himself; he decided what he did, even if it was a decision between when to meditate and when to read.
"Who ever did this knew what they were doing. They knew what they wanted, at least from the male." Charlie motioned for Jennifer to lead the way out. Then he stopped. He turned and started for the bedroom. The bathroom and the bedroom. He wanted to know who these two were. He would have understood how Jennifer felt about the two dead people in the kitchen, probably more so. He had felt the anger and the need for revenge, so maybe he understood the killer too. If it was a grudge killing.
"What sort of people do you think they were?" He wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, or didn't seem to. He guessed that Jennifer would follow. "Do you think that they loved each other? Why kill them both? She was position as if she were watching what was going on at the table. Do you think the killer wanted her to see?"