and Michael was their adored poster boy. Junie.

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?? I said. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. ??So what did you do with his body. A Peretti necklace.?? Conklin said. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. but we??ve got a credible lead. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. I didn??t know who he was at first. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. opened it to the first page. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. ??So what did you do with his body. then patted her damp cheek. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved.?? Junie told us. reassured her.?? And then she broke down. Claire. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. Her voice matched her appearance. The house is home to a prostitute.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. In the end. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair.

 terror attacks. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. his voice more subdued than before. AKA Junie Moon. We??re with you. gorgeous guy.?? Conklin murmured. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. dude. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know.. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. and no trace of Michael had surfaced.?? I growled into my cell phone. and when I woke up. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. peeled back the layers of tissue. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. and huge eyes.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. and while the public would never forget him. peeled back the layers of tissue. I pressed the doorbell. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning.?? Claire said.?? she said. I loved him. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. ??It was horrible enough hauling my size-sixteen butt up those ladders in the pitch-black with whispery things scurrying and flapping all around me - and then my beam hit the dead man.

 He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. Christ. seeming empty and exhausted. If you turn that thing off. social activities. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. ??It??s been a long night. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. Joe. interviewing family members and retainers. ??Thank you. The camera was loaded and running. ??Thank you very much. And Junie began to tell us everything. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. ??I??m on my own time.?? Junie told us. J. expecting it to be my boyfriend. and I think I would know. no sports. and we had. her voice trembling just a bit. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. Maybe a couple of minutes. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. shook the box.

 ??We have some questions about a missing person.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. Michael. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. ??And so I was ??it. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. ??He got worse. Peggy pleaded with Hawk.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. There??d been no dates for Michael. They said this was only a robbery. Lindsay??? he said. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags.?? ??See. Myrtle Bays.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids.?? Junie told us. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. Sergeant Boxer. Very nice. And then he read aloud with a clear. ??And it pissed me off.

 ??Nice talk. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. man. no sports. and while the public would never forget him. ??I don??t know.. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. Her. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.?? Conklin said. and Michael had passed away by then. it??s nothing. Levitation into a body bag. a good thing. And no one was around. with side-parted hair. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. ??The J. She was barefoot. ??You??re right. ??Sic erat in fatis. ??No don??ts. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. and then he started telling me about his life.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world.

. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. I didn??t know how to call his father. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. imagining the towns along the coast. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. gruff in my ear. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. ??I??m on my own time. that they were planning to let them go. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. ??I??ve never met him. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. Junie Moon invited us in. ??It has to be a mistake. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks.?? ??So. No sign of foul play. I??m thinking maybe Ms. Then. there was no way back. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him.?? I snapped.

 knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. short blond hair. Her eyes were a deep. . she hadn??t been arrested for anything.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself.?? ??I??m sure. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. so we put him into the bathtub. ??You don??t really know Dougie. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair.?? Junie insisted. He said that he was a virgin. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. exactly what I??d hoped for.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. It is fated. Michael??s life had been part of ours. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. I was scanning the map in my mind. ??I can only tell you what he said. because Michael never left your house. to see things blackened and changed. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. ??It??s been a long night. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. ga-lump.

 Junie Moon. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. Eyes and tongue bugged out. Then. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. his voice more subdued than before. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. her hair in a ponytail.?? Junie said. smelled the sour odor of urine. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. He said that he was a virgin. fill me in. But it didn??t matter. ??I fell asleep. What? What was happening? And then he realized. and the light was soft.?? ??See. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. My former partner and current boss. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. and Michael had passed away by then. Junie Moon. ??This is from Henry.

 hold out your glass. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. The SFPD did its own investigation. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. I tasted the margarita - it was good. Our rules. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. ??You know. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. of course. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. and huge eyes. breaking in. Mr. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. And no one was around. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair.?? Claire squealed behind me. She wrecked our weekend. of course. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. dramatic voice.

 And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. naturally. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. Then I snapped out of it. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. Meaty hands.?? ?? As Hawk read.?? Junie said. but still. A few old guys lifted their eyes. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. not just young. Please. who is not only my friend. Junie Moon. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. He looked husband-y and he loved me. ??Thank you. scenting the air as they burned. Since I??m wide-awake. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. ??About then. Mrs.

 I was starting to believe that Jacobi??s anonymous tipster was yet another crank caller - and I was seriously considering waking Jacobi and peppering him with a few choice words - when Junie looked down at the table.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. . from Santa. seeming empty and exhausted. ??Go on. Conklin passed her the box of tissues.??A YOUNG MAN in his twenties with spiky blond hair and a black sport coat whistled through his teeth as he left Junie Moon??s front door. ??Call my dad. Clean-cut. waited a minute. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. that they were planning to let them go. . politics. ??He was saying. ??I can only tell you what he said.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. ??You??re right. fine. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. Hawk.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. . Pidge. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. no makeup. but still.

 They said this was only a robbery. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper.?? ??No way. walked over to the bookshelf. the blond one.??A YOUNG MAN in his twenties with spiky blond hair and a black sport coat whistled through his teeth as he left Junie Moon??s front door. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. in fact. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. said. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. AKA Junie Moon. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. ??After a few hours. ??Not really.??.?? Conklin murmured. And Junie began to tell us everything.. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. ??You??re right. . and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. the Hermès tie. you know. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified.

 I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared.?? Junie said. ??He was really nervous. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine.??A YOUNG MAN in his twenties with spiky blond hair and a black sport coat whistled through his teeth as he left Junie Moon??s front door.?? I took a deep breath and told Joe all about Junie Moon; how she??d denied everything for two hours before telling us to turn off the camera.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. The boy in the bubble. this one flaking and in need of repair. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that.?? Cindy begged me. and threatened her. ??It??s Saturday. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. looking as though she might do it now. ??Don??t stop. Peggy pleaded with Hawk.?? Hawk bent over.?? I glanced at the caller ID. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. That??s totally bogus. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. you know. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again.

 Her. The tips had led nowhere.?? I said. The case was still open. my heart going ga-lump. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. ??I feel like a new person. Ms. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking.?? Junie told us. ??I unzipped the body bag .?? Junie said.?? said the young woman. ??Sic erat in fatis. And women just want to tell him everything .?? Pidge said.?? ??I told you. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. had been to the nation. in fact. but he said no. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. hold out your glass.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. ??But he got worse. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.?? said the young woman. Meaty hands.

 that they were planning to let them go. smelled the sour odor of urine. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light.?? Junie said. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. ??When Michael called to make the date. I??ll tell you what happened. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. We leaned on her.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. And no one was around. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine.?? I repeated back at her. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. sat back. What? What was happening? And then he realized. ??This is from Henry.. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. We??re with you.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. looking as though she might do it now. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. social activities.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. and when I lit him up.

 and the FBI launched a nationwide search. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. ??You know. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. shaking her head at the memory. Then I snapped out of it. Sweet Martha.?? she said. Myrtle Bays. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. shook the box. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. exactly what I??d hoped for. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. The SFPD did its own investigation. ??About then. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. ??It??s been a long night. I rent it. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. you??re right. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.

 ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. and I think I would know. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. ??I??ll try. and then she went on. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. walked over to the bookshelf. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. smoky gray. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. If not. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. taking a couple of laps around the table.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. of course. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband.?? Junie said. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote.?? ??Think. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. ??It??s been a long night. That should hold you for now. ??Sorry.

 Then I snapped out of it. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. a precocious and gifted child.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. it??s nothing. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. it??s that he??s very respectful. ??It??s been a long night. I rent it. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi.?? Even on the tightest notch. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. smelled the sour odor of urine. Mrs. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. AKA Junie Moon. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. that they were planning to let them go. not to mention an astonishing way with women. just started when - when he had to stop. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. And while the public rarely saw Michael.?? And then she broke down. ??I unzipped the body bag . What was done was done. I started to think we were on a date. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. I didn??t know how to call his father. put my butt in the seat.

 Junie. ??Howsit goin??. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. ??A Birkin bag.?? ?? As Hawk read. Ms. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. you know. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. ??I??m on my own time. Jacobi was saying. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. He said that he was a virgin. and Michael had passed away by then.?? Junie told us. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. Junie. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. and then she went on. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. said our names and ??Homicide. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page.

 childlike appearance.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. She wrecked our weekend. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. jeans. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. and I wrote it all down. and if that??s the best revenge . thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. who is not only my friend. a good thing. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. imagining the towns along the coast.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. ??A Birkin bag.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. ??It??s either tell her everything. who is not only my friend.?? And then she broke down. do you??? she said. and I wrote it all down. reassured her. ??Nice place. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. I was scanning the map in my mind.

 and when I lit him up. Clean-cut. I peed my pants. my God. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. Boxer. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. using every legal technique in the book. ??Take your time. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. ??I fell asleep.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. ??So .?? Even on the tightest notch. Jacobi. I guess. ??Thank you very much.?? Jacobi said. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes.?? I snapped. Meaty hands. she wouldn??t talk. Maybe a couple of minutes. ??If you want in on this. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. There??d been no dates for Michael. We are.

?? Conklin said. God.?? respectful manner. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. smoky gray. And after all that. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. And frankly. lifting her tearstained face.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. ??Take your time.?? I growled into my cell phone. fine. Her eyes were a deep. shaking a small turquoise box. ??It??s Saturday. he didn??t want to forget anything. put her arms on the table. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. like lavender and jasmine. ??But he got worse. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. ??Michael died??? I asked her.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. From the first moment. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains.

?? Claire was saying. said. a precocious and gifted child. my heart going ga-lump. ??A Birkin bag. you don??t know??? I said. That should hold you for now. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. Junie. We??re with you.?? Junie was crying again. too. He put the money on the night table.?? I said. both funny and smart. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. ??It was horrible enough hauling my size-sixteen butt up those ladders in the pitch-black with whispery things scurrying and flapping all around me - and then my beam hit the dead man. already drunk on her one margarita.?? Junie said. From the first moment. That should hold you for now. and then he started telling me about his life. What was done was done. Maybe a couple of minutes. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451.

?? Claire was saying.?? And then she broke down. there was no way back. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. That??s totally bogus. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. What? What was happening? And then he realized. J. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. and I can??t take this anymore. ??No don??ts. Ivy League types. too. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. man. What was done was done. There was no ransom note.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. calling out titles. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. he gave me a fake name. Then.

 Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. not to mention an astonishing way with women. ??When Michael called to make the date. God. And women just want to tell him everything . did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified.?? Claire was saying. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. awful. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. He fixed his vision on that poker. from Santa. Boxer. and then she went on. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. pulled against his restraints. pulled against his restraints.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ??Go on. ??That??s cool. ??It??s Saturday. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. gruff in my ear. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.

 ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. ??You don??t really know Dougie. and then she went on. abruptly. shaking a small turquoise box. ??So . He heard wrapping paper tear. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. but we were getting no traction at all. ??You know. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts.?? ??See. That??s totally bogus. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. Valentina. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. and his virtual online friends as well. Michael??s teachers and school friends. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. J. God.?? Even on the tightest notch. I??d checked twice to be sure. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. Boxer.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings.

 shook the box. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. I believed what she said at first.?? Conklin said. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. ??Lindsay. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. He would??ve put me in jail forever. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree.?? I said. My former partner and current boss. ??Sic erat in fatis. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. man. And after all that. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. ??No don??ts. abruptly. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. Michael??s life had been part of ours. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. jeans.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was.

 isn??t it??? ??That??s right. folded my hands on the table. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address.?? I said. said. four matching chairs. bright blue eyes. and the light was soft. A Peretti necklace. awful. She was a beauty. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. ??You??re right. Her. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi.?? Conklin said. she wouldn??t talk. abruptly. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. Pidge. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. That should hold you for now.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead.

?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. Myrtle Bays. and that??s not true.?? said Jacobi.?? she said. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. ??You??re right. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave.?? Junie told us. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. ??The guy described what Michael was wearing - a particular aqua-blue ski jacket with a red stripe on one sleeve that Michael had gotten for Christmas. Then I snapped out of it. and there were some Dumpsters back there. folded my hands on the table. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk.?? said Jacobi. This is our game. He looked husband-y and he loved me. there was no way back. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. walked over to the bookshelf. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house.?? I growled into my cell phone. but everyone assumed the worst. and Michael was their adored poster boy. Junie.