There wasn't a thing that Charlie said that she didn't agree with. The intimacy especially. Though she didn't want to think about it in those terms - for her the word was something special. Something saved for the people you cared about in life. But when he said it out loud, Jennifer couldn't ignore it anymore. It was a very intimate situation.
"No, we don't need to understand the. But it would help. Knowing who did this, really knowing them, is about all we've got to go off of right now. We have no prints. We have no fluids. We can't even get a bite print off of the heart. We have nothing except our minds and how you and I can manage to put this together. As much as I don't want to, as much as it might frighten me to even consider it, I think we've got to get inside the mind or minds of the people involved."
More than just the murderers. She wanted to know the people who had been victimized, too. There had to be something. Something that would tell her who had done this.
Jennifer shook her head at herself. She knew instinctively that this was going to be one of the ones that wouldn't get cracked. But that didn't mean she was going to do any less than her best to try to solve it.
"I don't think something like this was done by just one person, Charlie. There's too much pointing to two. Two minds. Two sets of hands. Two people enjoying what they were doing way too much for my liking."
And who were they?
Were they of the City? Were they people who had been here for a while? Were they new? Jennifer knew a few names that she could check up on, but not without a reason to. She didn't even feel right mentioning names to her partner without something to back it up. Even the smallest thing.