“No, it’s called the boys,” Decker said. “What about Yalom’s sons? They made an escape. They must have known what was going on. Suppose they knew Gold was the triggerman. What do you think’s going to happen to them?”

No one spoke.

Marge said, “Well, we know the boys ran for it. Hopefully, they escaped.”

“To where?”

“Well, if I was a teenager and needed to escape, I’d find a faraway place with some relatives.”

“And for the Yalom boys, what place is that?” Decker asked.

“Israel,” Marge stated.

“And that’s exactly what I’m afraid of. Gold came out and said he was going to look for the boys—”

“He was drunk.”

“Maybe not so drunk as he appeared. If Gold had anything to do with his partner’s death, we’re in trouble. Because we now have the boys in Israel on Gold’s turf. If what we’re saying is true, they’re worse off there than they are here.”

“There’s a logic to that.” Marge sighed. “We need to find the boys before Gold finds them.”

“Let’s try the sister Orit again,” Decker said. “If the boys are staying with relatives, she’ll know about it.”

“She already told us she doesn’t know where they are.”

“You know me, Marge. I don’t take no for an answer.”

Wearing a long black skirt and a glitter-splattered oversized sweater, Orit paced her living room and smoked up a nicotine fog.

“You don’t solve my brother’s murder. You don’t solve nothing. All you do is accuse. I tell you once, I tell you again. I don’t know about the boys.”

Sitting on the edge of a velvet sofa, Decker had his notebook out, but the pages were empty. Marge sat next to him.

“You’re sure they’re not staying with your parents in Israel?” Marge tapped her pen against her notebook. Her pages were also devoid of writing. “Because if they are, they could be in danger.”

“Yes, Ms. Detective, you told me that. And I tell you they’re not with my parents. Please don’t call them. They’ve gone through enough. Please. Just leave them alone.”

Decker said, “Ms. Bar Lulu, we’re trying to help—”

“You want to help, leave them alone. They are in anguish now. I go to them as soon as you people release the bodies for burial. How long does that take, for Godsakes?”

“The bodies were just discovered a few days ago—”

“Ach, you people have no feelings. I wait and wait and wait and I can’t bury my family. I have to go to Israel with the bodies for shiva—for mourning. Do you understand?”

“I know what shiva is,” Decker said.

“That’s right. You’re Jewish. So you know how important burial is.”

Decker nodded.