"Twos. Evens. Two deaths, two murderers. It wouldn't work to have odds and evens." Possibly the detective knew how crazy he sounded, but he had a point. Whatever happened couldn't have worked very well if it had been one against two, and three against two seemed like...overkill. Charlie nodded as if he had been asked something and was coming to a decision.
"We'll get to know these two. There has to be more to them than there." It was going to be a while before he could say the name. He'd had no problem with prison, but this went beyond hitting close to home. He nodded again. "We'll get to know them, and we'll get to know the citizens."
Charlie looked at her. "How many cannibals do we have in the City?" He wasn't jumping to conclusions, but eating someone's heart out didn't seem like something a noncannibal would do. He could have been very wrong.
"Not that this was done by a cannibal, but we could ask them why someone might eat a heart. Of course, this could be done by someone who just eats hearts. Certainly puts a twist on that saying." Charlie didn't shudder, but he felt guilty. It was the joke; that was something people did on tv, made bad jokes at the expense of a victim.
"Take pictures of their bedroom, bathroom, living room." He had turned to one of the crime scene techs. "Also, I want all their accounts, any and all." He looked at her partner. "We should find a psychiatrist or psychologist or one of those psyche doctors; they might shed some light on all of this."