EXT. - SONNICKER HOUSE - NIGHT
One hour later, Gerri stood on the sidewalk outside the Sonnicker house, staring up at the empty shell that used to be home to a happy family. Or not. For all she knew, the Sonnickers hated each other. But, one thing was certain. All three were dead. And she was no closer to finding the killer than when she first came here.
Only this morning. Gerri rubbed her face with both hands. Damn, had it really only been this morning?
"Yoo hoo! Detective?" Gerri turned around, bit back a sigh as Mrs. Brampson waved from her front porch across the street. Chest clenched against the need to hurt someone and hoping she could avoid aiming that irritation at the old lady, Gerri crossed to the other side and up to the Brampson's step.
"Ma'am," Gerri said.
Mr. Brampson sa
