“He was born with a cleft palate,” Eva said. “It was a very difficult labor. Afterward, I ran a high fever and started hemorrhaging. David was completely useless. Couldn’t deal with it. He just went off and buried himself in his work. Left me to fend for myself—”

“He was very upset, Eva,” Paul said. “He just didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, he might have stuck around instead of bolting.” Eva looked at Decker. “My father had to step in—not only for me but for Spencer. My mom took over the care of my other children while David composed himself. And you know what, Lieutenant. My father never lorded it over my husband—”

Luke interrupted, “Well, that’s not quite true—”

“Excuse me, Lieutenant,” Eva said forcefully. “I’d like to check on my mother now. Any other questions I can answer?”

Decker kept his face flat, shook his head.

Eva turned on her heels and trotted upstairs.

The woman had her opinions. Then Decker remembered her position in the family. The little girl after three boys. No doubt Eva had been indulged.

Luke said, “I loved my father dearly, Lieutenant. But it wasn’t that simple.”

Maggie said, “It’s Eva’s business.”

“I just don’t want the lieutenant here thinking that David’s a total jerk.”

Maggie said, “He was a total jerk—”

“Dad emasculated him—”

“He did not!” Maggie broke in. “So he berated David. David deserved it. Deserting Eva like he did.”

Paul said, “No offense, Mag, but you don’t understand how wives can be.”

“Amen,” Luke said.

“I don’t believe this,” Maggie said. “Another stupid boys against the girls argument.”

Michael came back down. “Where’s Bram?”

“He had to use the phone.” Paul turned to Decker. “Do you really need to hear all this?”

Decker stood, folded his notepad. “No, I think I have all the information I need right now. I’ll leave as soon as Bram gets off the phone.”

Luke said, “We’re bickering like when we were children. It’s all the stress.”

Michael said, “We all loved Dad very much. I think I speak for everyone when I say, anything you need from us to find whoever…”

“Absolutely,” Maggie said.

“Anything,” Paul said. “Just find the bastard and bring him to me. I’ll handle the son of a bitch!”

Decker said, “Let the police handle it, please.”

“Fucking asshole—”

“Paul, please!” Maggie said.

“Probably some bastard carjacker.” Luke began to pace. “Crime’s unbelievable in this city.”

Paul looked pointedly at Decker. “That’s what happens when the police handle it.”

Decker said, “Sir, I know—”

“Dad didn’t drive an expensive car,” Michael butted in. “Why would anyone carjack a Buick?”