Part 11 (1/2)
”Who, Mr. Gunther? You begged who for help?”
”You. The police. There must at least be some kind of report. We were there for nearly an hour.”
Patricia placed a calming hand on her husband's forearm. ”She doesn't know what you're talking about, Jonas. She'll understand better if we just explain it to her.”
”Fine. You explain to her what we tried to tell them yesterday, while our daughter could still be protected.”
”We went to a precinct yesterday. On Tenth Street.”
”The Sixth Precinct,” Ellie clarified.
”Right. The Sixth. We spoke with a Sergeant Martinez. Our daughter was being stalked on a Web site. It's called Campus Juice dot com. They told us they'd already talked to the district attorney, and they couldn't do anything about it.”
”Megan was terrified,” Jonas added. ”Whoever was posting that...filth, knew her schedule. He said he was watching her. And you people wouldn't do anything.”
”The sergeant said they'd had complaints about the site before,” Patricia explained. ”Some kind of First Amendment thing that the police couldn't touch.”
”It was threatening. It was stalking. What are the police for if they-”
”I am very sorry, Mr. Gunther. I'm not going to defend what took place yesterday because I simply don't know anything about it. I take your word on what occurred, and G.o.d knows you're ent.i.tled to be furious right now and forever. But the faster I can figure out who we should be talking to now about what happened in your daughter's apartment, the sooner I can give you some answers.”
Jonas nodded sternly. ”Campus Juice dot com. I a.s.sume that today, unlike yesterday, you will be able to make the Web site tell you who was hara.s.sing Megan.”
Ellie wrote down the name of the Web site.
”Wait,” Patricia said. ”I still have the printouts we showed the sergeant.”
She opened a large brown leather shoulder bag, removed a thin stack of folded white paper, and handed it to Ellie. Ellie skimmed the pages.
”We will definitely contact the Web site to track down whoever wrote these things about your daughter. But did Megan have a sense of who the author might be?”
Jonas shook his head. Patricia quickly followed suit, but Ellie noticed the short pause.
”Mrs. Gunther? Were you going to say something?”
”No,” she said, shaking her head once again. ”Megan didn't have any enemies.”
”Sometimes we have enemies we don't think of in that way. A boyfriend, maybe? An ex? I noticed she was wearing a heart-shaped pendant.”
”Our daughter was premed,” Jonas said. ”She was focused on school.”
Patricia said nothing.
”I see. Because, you know, if there was anyone, anything, you can think of-no matter how far-fetched-it could prevent us from wasting time chasing down false leads. You never know...even someone who was just a friend might have noticed something unusual. It could really help.”
”There was a boy,” Patricia said. Her husband turned quickly in surprise but said nothing. ”His name was Keith. I don't know all the details, but he wanted more from Megan than she was in a position to give. He was clingy, I guess you could say. Last I heard, Megan broke it off a few months ago.”
”Did he give her any trouble about that?” Ellie asked.
”Not that I know of. But, you know, before the breakup, it was on and off, here and there. Megan didn't tell me much, but I could see she was stressed. I was worried it would get in the way of school, so I was relieved when she finally cut the cord.”
Ellie recalled what the superintendent had said about seeing a guy with a pierced lip accompany Megan to and from her apartment.
”Did Keith happen to have a pierced lip?”
”I'm not sure,” Patricia said. ”Wait. Maybe. I don't know. Megan said something once about how we wouldn't approve of him, even at first sight. Something like that. So maybe.”
”Do you know anything else about this Keith? A last name? Where he lives? Is he a student?”
Patricia shook her head. So did her husband, but for a different reason.
”You knew this? Why didn't you say anything yesterday? The sergeant-he was on our side there at the end, but he said there was nothing he could do. If we'd known this boy's name, he could have called him. Scared him. Told him to back off.”
”Don't, Jonas. Don't say that.”
”Why didn't you say something? Was I that hard on Megan? You couldn't even trust me enough to let me know she had a boyfriend? Even yesterday? Even with those messages?”
”I'm very sorry,” Ellie said, interrupting. ”It would be helpful if you could make a list of some of your daughter's friends. We can follow up with them.”
She pushed a pad of paper and a pen across the desk toward Patricia, who looked relieved by the distraction.
When Ellie finally escorted the Gunthers back to the lobby of their dead daughter's apartment complex, she noticed that they did not hold hands on the way out of the elevator, as they had on their way up to the superintendent's office. As she watched them walk into the sunlight of University Place, she wondered if that meager oversight-the failure to grab a spouse's hand-was just the beginning.
For the next few months, they would be grateful to have another person who cherished Megan. But as time pa.s.sed and they began to long for at least one hour during which they did not think about what they'd lost, Jonas might begin to wish that Patricia's nose wasn't pointed at the tip the way Megan's had been. And Patricia might look away when Jonas jutted his jaw out, the way Megan had.
And Ellie wondered if she had witnessed the beginning of the transformation: that moment in Gorsky's office. Jonas asking why Patricia hadn't spoken up yesterday. Patricia thinking, but not saying, that she would have-Megan would have-if Jonas hadn't been so overbearing.
Resentment. Fault. Blame.
She wondered if whoever killed Megan Gunther had also destroyed the very best of what she had known in her parents.
She had shoddy reception inside the building, so she stepped outside to call Max. He picked up after just one ring.
”Hey, you.”
”Hey.”
”I hear you got another callout.”
”You've got spies tailing me? We may need to have a little chat about boundaries.”
”No spies,” he said with a chuckle. ”I was with Rogan this morning when he got your message.”
”Yeah, how'd things go with Bandon? J. J.'s been a little jumpy since he showed up.”
”It was fine. Just Bandon pretending to be principled, thorough, and objective. Of course, that didn't stop Rogan from going on a tear both before and after we were in chambers.”