On a rainy October night in Washington, D. Police helicopters searched for him for days on the chance he might still be alive. Friends prayed that he was, talking of how his passport was missing, he had bought a ticket to Germany. Then on July 22, a fisherman found his body floating 4.
He had found her lifeless body on July 10, in the rectory of St. There was a bowl full of Benadryl pills, a bottle of Tylenol PM, and a champagne glass on the nightstand. Almost no one mentioned her name. It happened to be her birthday, October The Internet filled up with conjecture about government plots and murder. Something about their story seemed to capture the modern imagination, if only because no one knew exactly why two such accomplished and attractive people had chosen to make their exit.
No one told the love story of Theresa and Jeremy. There he was as a gawky teenager, drawing, and as the impossibly suave and perceptive-looking young man he was to become.
And then, finally, there was Theresa Duncan. Maybe gorgeous, sexy, charismatic. With her streaky blond hair and effortless chic, she looked like a 60s movie icon.
Her intensity seemed to jump from the screen with a howl at the way no one was talking about her. How could you talk about Jeremy without talking about Theresa? It was flattering to be in their presence. You felt good that they liked you.
