Thankless in Death

meshed. The Guntersens sat at the square-toppedblack kitchen table, cups in front of them. Eve judged them to be about the same age as the victims.
    The woman wore her hair short, stylishly spiked, while the man went long and ponytailed. Both sets of eyes were red-rimmed, swollen. The woman took one look at Eve and began sobbing.
    Eve only had to glance at Peabody to get her partner moving forward.
    “Mrs. Guntersen, we’re so sorry for your loss. This is Lieutenant Dallas, and I’m Detective Peabody. We’re going to do our best for your friends.”
    “They were my friends, our best friends.” She choked it out as she reached for her husband’s hand. “How could this happen to them?”
    “That’s what we’re going to find out.” Eve took a seat at the table. “We need your help.”
    “I just worried when she didn’t answer, so I went in. I found them. I found Barb and Carl.”
    “I know this is hard,” Peabody began. “But we have to ask you some questions.” She measured the woman, decided she’d do better with a task. “Do you think we could have some coffee, ma’am?”
    “Oh. Yes. Of course.” Pulling herself together, Sylvia stood up.
    “When was the last time you spoke to or saw Barbara or Carl?” Eve asked.
    “I talked to Barb Friday morning. Just a quick chat before Walt and I left. We went to see our daughter and her fiancé in Philadelphia for the weekend. They just got engaged.”
    “Carl and I met up and had a beer after work Thursday,” Walter put in. “That’s the last I saw him.”
    “When did you get back from Philadelphia?”
    “Sunday night. I called Barb, but I didn’t think anything of itwhen she didn’t answer. I just figured she and Carl went out. They like to go to the vids.” Her chin wobbled, but she managed to set two cups of coffee on the table. “Most Friday nights we go to a vid together, but we were going to see Alice and Ben, so …”
    “Who was staying with them?”
    “Oh, Jerry. Their son. God, I never thought! I don’t know where he could be, what might’ve happened to him.” Her eyes, full of fresh horror, darted toward the door. “Is he … is he in there?”
    “No, he’s not.”
    “Thank God for that.”
    “When did he move back home?”
    “A while ago. About three weeks ago—no, nearly four—after he and his girlfriend broke up.”
    “Girlfriend’s name?” Eve asked. “And the names of anyone you think he might be staying with. Friends?”
    “Um Lori. Nuccio. Lori Nuccio,” Sylvia said. “And he didn’t have a lot of friends. Mal, Dave, Joe—Mal Golde, Dave Hildebran, Joe Klein. Those are the main three.”
    “Good. Coworkers?”
    “He, well, he lost his job, so he moved back in until he could straighten it all out. Jerry’s, well, Jerry’s a little bit of a problem child.”
    “He’s a lazy bastard.”
    “Walter!” Appalled, Sylvia sat down hard. “That’s a terrible thing to say. He’s just lost his parents.”
    “It doesn’t change what he is.” There was gravel in Walter’s voice now, as if hard little pebbles blocked his throat. “Lazy, ungrateful, and a user.” Grief and anger spread over his face like a haze. “I met Carl Thursday night because he needed to talk about it. He and Barbara were at their wit’s end. That boy had been out of work for overa month, maybe a month and a half, but he hasn’t so much as looked for a job. Not that he’d keep it for long anyway.”
    “There was friction between him and his parents?”
    “Barb was upset with him,” Sylvia said, plucking at the tiny Star of David around her throat. “She wanted him to grow up, make something of himself. And she really liked Lori—the girlfriend. She thought Lori could help Jerry grow up some, be a responsible man, but it didn’t work out.”
    “He blew the rent money—and what he stole from Lori—in Vegas.”
    Sylvia let out a sigh, patted her husband’s hand. “It’s true. He’s immature and impulsive. Barb did tell me Friday morning he’d taken some money out of her house cash.”
    “Where did she keep that?” Eve asked.
    “In a coffee can in the back of the kitchen cupboard.”
    Another glance had Peabody rising, stepping out.
    “They were going to give him until the first of the month.” Walter picked up a spoon, stirred his cold coffee. “Carl told me Thursday, he was going to talk to Barb, but he’d made up his mind. They’d give him until December first to get a job, start being responsible, or he