Killer on the Loose?

Joe, decked out in his Washington flannel, his fisher's cap, threw back a bottleneck with his buddy, Chris at the counter of the thirsty raven. Smoke in hand, he mused towards Sam, "That killer on the loose? I heard he was a damn ninja. Like a fucking karate kid with purple sunglasses. Poor Lad and Lass, gone forever. Their organs removed..."

Chris belched loudly and took another pull from his draft, "I don't know what this here fucking world is coming to, Sam. I heard the stitches were all neat-like. Like they were done by a damn doctor. If I were the Sheriff, I'd keep my eyes on those two doctors. That black-haired one treated my son last week for Strep? He was all twitchy like."

Both men took a drink.

"Highly suspicious," Joe said, "Highly suspicious."