Charlie had seen the change in look. His head tilted slightly as he watched her for a little longer before he pulled one of the files closer to him to look over. Or more just to seem as if he were looking.
"Hannibal." He didn't like that doctor, not just because he knew what sort of person the doctor was. There was something else, as if the young man thought he was toying with the detective somehow. His finger moved over the paper before him.
"Not like Dr. Tam. Dr. Tam didn't have the darkness in him." Charlie also knew darkness. He'd seen it and felt it, and some might even say he'd used it. "He might not have been smart enough either. How long has he been gone?"