Sylvia closed her eyes. “Yes. I’m sure I would. I—I know Barb’s place, her things, as well as I know my own.”
“I’d appreciate it if you’d take a look. I’ll let you know when we’re ready for you to do that.” Eve rose. “We appreciate your help.”
“We’ll do anything we can.” Sylvia pressed her face to her husband’s shoulder, and they rocked each other.
When Eve stepped out into the hall, Peabody stood talking to Cardininni.
“Coffee can’s there, and it’s empty.”
“See my shocked face.”
“And the sweepers are on their way up.”
“Okay. Officer, when the scene’s clear, I want you to walk Mrs. Guntersen through, make a note of anything she says is missing.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Peabody, let’s go find the lazy bastard son.”
“Keep it legal,” Peabody called back to Cardininni.
“When I have to.”
Eve stopped long enough at the elevators to brief the sweepers when they unloaded, then stepped on with Peabody.
“Tell me about the son.”
“Lazy bastard probably fits,” Peabody commented. “Flunked out of college, second year in. He hasn’t held a job for longer than six months, including one at his father’s place of employment. His last job was delivery boy for Americana restaurant. He’s had a couple minor pops for illegals, one for drunk and disorderly. Nothing big, nothing violent.”
“I think he graduated.”
“He did that over what they had stuck in a coffee can?”
“He did that because his life’s in the toilet and they’d decided to stop pulling him out. That’s how it strikes me. See if he’s used any credit cards, debit cards, in his father’s or his mother’s name.”
She stopped off to get the security disc from the uniform in the lobby. “Start canvassing the building,” she told him. “Find out if anybody saw anything, heard anything. And when and if anyone saw Jerry Reinhold. Start on the eighth floor, but cover the building.”
“Yes, sir.”
In the car, she slid the disc into the dash unit. “Let’s see when he left.”
She programmed it to start Friday morning, then moved it fast forward. She saw the Guntersens leave with big smiles and suitcases, and others move in, move out.
“That’s our vic coming home from work, eighteen-twenty-three on Friday night.”
“He looks tired,” Peabody commented.
“Yeah, he thinks he’s going to have an argument with his son. It’s going to be a whole lot worse.”
She ran the disc through Friday night into Saturday morning.
“He stayed in there?” It horrified Peabody. “He stayed in there with his dead parents.”
“Plenty of time to get whatever he wanted, think things through. There he is, there he comes, twenty-twenty-eight, Saturday night. Over twenty-four hours in there with them. And he’s hauling two suitcases. Let’s check on cabs picking up at the address or on either corner at that time. Lazy bastard isn’t going to drag those suitcases far.”
“He’s smiling,” Peabody said quietly.
“Yeah, I see that. Keep running it, see if he comes back.” As she spoke Eve pulled out into traffic.