. . my God, no . . .”The woman on the other end of the line was Adam’s cousin, Judy, and she was crying. She lived in Milwaukee with her husband and three kids. Along with his dad, they were Adam’s only living blood relatives. Her mother and Adam’s mom had been sisters. Adam hadn’t talked with Judy in at least two years, and now he was on the phone telling her that his brother and sister-in-law had been murdered.“I’m—I’m so sorry, Adam,” she wept. “Can you—can you please hold on for a minute? I can’t . . .”There was a thump. She’d obviously put the phone down, but he still heard her muffled sobs. There was nothing he could say or do to console her. There was no silver lining to any of this. Dean and Joyce had died horribly. He remembered Joyce’s terror-filled scream directly above him. He’d seen what they’d done to her.Earlier tonight, he’d gone back to the house to pick up some of his things. The cop on duty had also let him copy down some phone numbers from Joyce’s address book.
