Charlie hadn't asked for her opinion. It wasn't that he didn't want it, but he felt she'd give it when she was ready. Jennifer was capable of speaking for herself, and he didn't need to ask for her thoughts. It made him miss Reese at times, but Jennifer was not Reese. Jennifer was Jennifer, and she was a good Jennifer.
"If it is who I am considering, perhaps we should think of someone else. I do not trust him." The detective knew bad seeds when he saw them. He knew how people could become twisted; he'd seen it in prison on the rare occasions he was allowed in general population. Being a cop, a possibly crazy one at that, his free time had been limited.
"But, if it is not him, who is it?" Charlie had done reading, not much, but some of what she had given him. Since he'd been released, he'd found that he felt to know more about those around him. He knew he should know more about the darker elements. He didn't like to think that people had it in them, but he knew if it was in him, then it was in others. If he could kill, others could kill. They may not have the same reasons to do so, but death was easily had.
"Coffee before we talk to neighbors? Or juice?" Charlie didn't know how many of these Jennifer had done, but then every murder was different, even with their similarities. Every murder made him feel different, and the moment they stopped making him feel, he would find a new profession.