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have killed them? You’re the detectives. I just watch movies.”
    Lieber drew her head back, and Jeremy realized he sounded like a jerk.
    “Look,” Jeremy said. “I’m not trying to be confrontational. This whole thing— it just blows me away. Someone comes to my house and kills my parents?”
    “We understand,” Lieber said. “And of course we’re interested in anything you can tell us that would help the investigation.”
    “But the good news is,” Kuzniski said, “we already have a pretty good idea who did it.”
    “That’s what my uncle said you told him.”
    “Dwight Stroeb.” Kuzniski nodded.
    “Would you mind telling me?” Jeremy said.
    Kuzniski glanced at his watch, gold with a thick band. “We picked someone up near the island.”
    “And what makes him a suspect?”
    “He had a laptop case in his car. Your father’s ID tag was still on it. And he just got out of jail. Has a rap sheet about ten pages long. Armed robbery, assault, drugs.”
    “Laptop case?” Jeremy said. “What about the laptop?”
    Kuzniski shook his head. “Just the case.”
    “And my mother’s?”
    “Your mother’s what?” Lieber stopped chewing.
    “My parents both had laptops. They take them everywhere they go.” He paused. “Took them, I mean. They both had their laptops when they came to see me in Madrid.”
    “We only found the one case,” Lieber said, writing something down in a small notebook.
    “Was anything else stolen?” Jeremy asked.
    “You know, Jeremy,” Kuzniski said. “I’ve already filled your uncle in—”
    “It doesn’t look like anything else was taken,” Lieber said. “He left in a hurry.”
    “What about the key?” Jeremy said.
    “What key?” Lieber said.
    “The killer used a key to get into the house.”
    “We don’t know that,” Kuzniski said.
    “My sister said the door was unlocked when she came home. Did you find any evidence of a break-in?”
    “No, but your parents probably left the door unlocked,” Kuzniski said.
    “Never.” Jeremy hit the table, and the coffee in Lieber’s cup sloshed over the top. “My parents would never leave the door unlocked when they went to bed.”
    “They were jetlagged,” Kuzniski said. “It may have been an oversight.”
    “My parents did not have oversights.”
    Kuzniski glanced at his watch. “Listen, Jeremy—”
    “And the weapon?” Jeremy said. “Have you found the weapon?”
    “We rarely find the murder weapon,” Kuzniski said. “That’s just in your movies.”
    “But I’m still confused. You think this ex-con intended to burglarize our house, but didn’t expect anyone to be home. Then he found my parents in their bedroom and he shot them. Why? Why wouldn’t he just have run?”
    “He must have believed they had a gun,” Kuzniski said.
    “But he killed them. Both of them.” Jeremy felt a rush of heat. “How the hell could he have killed both of them?” The woman with the stroller moved to a table closer to them. “I mean, how many shots did he fire? It’s not that easy to shoot someone and kill them. And to kill both of them?”
    “One,” Lieber said. “That’s what Forensics tells us.”
    “One?”
    “It just took one shot,” Lieber said.
    “It was a shotgun. Double-barreled,” Kuzniski said. “With buckshot.”
    Jeremy felt like he was falling. He had kept the physical imageof his parents’ murder far, far away. But now, there was no escaping it. A shotgun. His parents had been killed with a shotgun. Once when surfing the Net, he’d seen photos of animals killed by buckshot at close range. Their ravaged bodies. The blood, pieces of flesh torn and thrown everywhere.
    Unrecognizable. His parents would have been unrecognizable.
    “Can you tell me something, please?” Jeremy could barely hear his own voice. “What kind of burglar uses a key to get into a house and brings a shotgun?”
    Kuzniski stood up abruptly, almost knocking over his chair.
    “Jesus Christ,” Jeremy said. “You pick