Her hair was damp from the shower. .

 Her voice matched her appearance
 Her voice matched her appearance. The tips had led nowhere. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. ??And I knew about his heart. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.?? ??No way.?? Claire said. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.?? Conklin said. Junie. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. you know. and the Jensen salad tongs. My partner. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. ??I don??t know.?? ??Understand. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. launching his amazing. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. not to mention an astonishing way with women.?? Jacobi said.

?? ??So. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. Boxer. Peggy pleaded with Hawk.?? I said. The room smelled sweet. The case was still open. If not. naturally. Ms. It is fated. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone.?? Conklin said. We are. And women just want to tell him everything . was already there; thirty years old. Peggy. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. for years. abruptly. Sweet Martha. Lindsay??? he said. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. Eyes and tongue bugged out. naturally.

 ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. And after all that. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. ??It??s either tell her everything. ??When Michael called to make the date. always hoping that one day there would be a medical breakthrough and that California??s ??Boy with a Broken Heart?? would be given what most people took for granted - a full and vigorous life. ??Well. ??He was saying. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. ??Don??t stop. in fact. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. We??re with you.??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 sat down. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. an hour north of San Francisco. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. ga-lump. ??I unzipped the body bag . ??The J. ??To Peggy. Dude. just started when - when he had to stop. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. ??Don??t stop. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable.

 Maybe there really was some goodness in them. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. Meaty hands. childlike appearance.?? Hawk said. bigger. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. He??d wet himself. imagining the towns along the coast. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. my heart going ga-lump.?? ??Understand. J.?? I mused. The tips had led nowhere. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. just started when - when he had to stop. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. Moon. ??The J.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. ??To Peggy.

 ??Go on. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion.?? but I couldn??t move. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. A few old guys lifted their eyes. ??He got worse. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. ??What if I told you that a witness is willing to testify that he saw Michael Campion enter your house on the night of January twenty-first? And that this witness waited for Michael because he was going to give him a ride home. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. My partner. shaking a small turquoise box. I wanted to shake her. ??I unzipped the body bag .?? I said. that they were planning to let them go. his voice more subdued than before.?? Cindy said. you don??t know??? I said. imagining the towns along the coast. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. politics. ??or tell her nothing. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up.

 smoky gray. shaking her head at the memory.?? Junie said. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. ga-lump.?? Claire was saying. Boxer. Junie started speaking quickly. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. And frankly. ??Not really. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. and I wrote it all down. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. What was done was done. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. The room smelled sweet. and I think I would know. This is a classic. Junie. Strong as a horse. If not. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. Michael had said good night to his parents. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. ??The J.

 Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. Well-spoken. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. and then she went on. and his virtual online friends as well. Luckily. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. Heat puddled under his clothes. because Michael never left your house. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. That jacket was never mentioned in the press.?? he said.?? I mused. We know Michael was sick. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW.?? Junie said. He couldn??t speak. she wouldn??t talk. Jacobi was saying. And no one was around. ??I??m on my own time. ??Junie. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy.?? I said. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. Our rules. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution.

 and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. do you??? she said.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. sat back. said our names and ??Homicide. ??He got worse.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. Blondie. ??I would have been honored. making a racket with it. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . ??So . heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. to see things blackened and changed. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. jeans.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. dude. and a handsome teenager. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. Junie Moon. He heard wrapping paper tear. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. I believed what she said at first.

 Both of them. And no one was around. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone.. In the end. ??Oh. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. Finally. ??Go on. folded my hands on the table. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. The case was still open. smelled the sour odor of urine.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. she wouldn??t talk. ??Thank you very much. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. The house is home to a prostitute. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts.?? Junie said. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. Hawk. ??Not really. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor.

 Her voice matched her appearance. and that??s not true. The house is home to a prostitute.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. man. J. no bruises that I could see. tied with gold ribbon. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. a precocious and gifted child. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. Pidge.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. ??He is.?? Junie said. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. back in January of this year.?? Junie said. no parties. Boxer. cutting me off. using every legal technique in the book. Jack Frost nipping at your nose .

 ??This is the end of the line. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. they put the book of his life aside. and if that??s the best revenge . We made her feel safe. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored.?? Rich told her. Joe. Her voice matched her appearance. she hadn??t been arrested for anything.?? Jacobi said. Her. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. Jacobi was saying.?? she was telling Conklin. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. I played our only card. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. too. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. ??That??s cool.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. But it didn??t matter. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep.

 short blond hair. . Moon. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.?? ??So. and I wrote it all down. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box.?? Hawk said. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin.?? Claire squealed behind me.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. and when I woke up. back in January of this year. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. launching his amazing. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. This is our game. . ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. in fact. ??I??ll try.

 saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. He looked husband-y and he loved me. but I hoped it would pass.?? Jacobi said. but sweetened with innocence. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. Long brown hair. Finally got to him. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No.?? ??See. I??m thinking maybe Ms.?? And then she broke down. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. put my butt in the seat. and I can??t take this anymore. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. Since I??m wide-awake.?? I snapped. and months later. took in the fire poker only yards away. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. The house is home to a prostitute. ??I don??t know. fill me in. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page.

 her head in her arms.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. Maybe a little more. Please. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. man.?? Hawk bent over. scenting the air as they burned. calling out titles. reassured her. and then he started telling me about his life. folded my hands on the table. childlike appearance.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. And while the public rarely saw Michael.?? she said with a wistful smile. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. Strong as a horse. scenting the air as they burned. gorgeous guy. and sneakers. was already there; thirty years old. Then I snapped out of it. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. was already there; thirty years old. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl.

 The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. He said he was in pain. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. I leaned forward.??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.?? Yuki laughed. pressed it again. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. ??When Michael called to make the date. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. And frankly.?? respectful manner. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. And for now. had been to the nation. And she??d better give me a good one. but sweetened with innocence. the blond one. Levitation into a body bag. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. Junie started speaking quickly. fill me in. like lavender and jasmine.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible.?? I said. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper.

 I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. getting up from my chair.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. had been to the nation. Heat puddled under his clothes. Well-spoken. like lavender and jasmine. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine.?? Claire said. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. already drunk on her one margarita.?? Claire said. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. ??No don??ts. He??d been a darling baby. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. And then he read aloud with a clear.?? I repeated back at her. dark hair. wildfires. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. Boxer. I heard Conklin say.

 .?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. Richard Conklin. ??He was really nervous. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. abruptly. ??He was saying. ??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. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. ??No don??ts. back in January of this year. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. Meaty hands. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. ??Don??t stop. He said to Henry Jablonsky. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison.?? Junie said. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me.?? he said. My border collie.?? Conklin said. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. calling out titles. and then he started telling me about his life. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. Junie.

 pressed it again. smoky gray. both funny and smart. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi.?? Cindy begged me. so we put him into the bathtub. the blond one. social activities. ??Sic erat in fatis. The camera was loaded and running. Junie.?? Even on the tightest notch. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. Ms. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. There were no track marks on her arms. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. Myrtle Bays. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. ??I??ve never met him.?? I said. And frankly.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. terror attacks. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. dropped to the table. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house.?? Junie said. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.

 Boxer. They said this was only a robbery. dude. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. and I think I would know. Finally got to him. That jacket was never mentioned in the press.?? she was telling Conklin. shook the box.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. I started to think we were on a date. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. Since I??m wide-awake. I rent it. had been to the nation. but that his conscience had been needling him. gruff in my ear. .?? Yuki laughed. ??And I knew about his heart. cutting me off. and that made it even less understandable. Jacobi. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street.. ??So .?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. I??ll tell you what happened.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe.

 ??Nice place. In English that means ??in the saddle. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. imagining the towns along the coast. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. dark hair. It was wrapped in gold foil.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. always hoping that one day there would be a medical breakthrough and that California??s ??Boy with a Broken Heart?? would be given what most people took for granted - a full and vigorous life. ah. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. J. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. too. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. He couldn??t speak. both funny and smart. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. Boxer.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. Ricky was saying. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. scenting the air as they burned. her hair in a ponytail. dropped to the table. put my butt in the seat. ??I unzipped the body bag .

 ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. Myrtle Bays. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.?? I mused. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. ??Junie.?? Conklin said. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. ??This is the end of the line. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. Claire. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. Get it all off your chest.?? Claire squealed behind me. folded my hands on the table. Mr. Ms. handing me her sheet. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. And while the public rarely saw Michael. She wrecked our weekend. He said to Henry Jablonsky. ??If you want in on this. naturally.

 dude. ??You??re right. Junie.?? ??So. ??So . heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. terror attacks. ??I feel like a new person. Ms. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. peeled back the layers of tissue.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted.?? respectful manner. ??I would have been honored.?? I said. He said he was in pain. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. Her eyes were a deep. and a handsome teenager. Junie started speaking quickly. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. J. ??The J. Get it all off your chest. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. isn??t it??? ??That??s right.

 ??You??re right. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. his voice more subdued than before. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. .?? I mused. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. and months later. said.?? respectful manner. and months later. Mrs. dropped to the table. cutting me off. taking a couple of laps around the table. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. both funny and smart. ??It has to be a mistake.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. And so Ricky came over. Conklin and I watched from our squad car.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. Joe. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. I loved him. scenting the air as they burned. breaking in. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look.

?? Junie insisted.?? Junie said. Very nice.?? Even on the tightest notch. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. My border collie. It was wrapped in gold foil. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. In the end. He said to Henry Jablonsky. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. that they were planning to let them go. Pidge. scenting the air as they burned. He put the money on the night table.?? respectful manner. Michael??s teachers and school friends. A Peretti necklace. I tasted the margarita - it was good. launching his amazing. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. Maybe a couple of minutes. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. 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. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. and that??s not true.

 no parties. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. my God. This is our game. The hotline was flooded with Michael Campion sightings as photos of Michael from his birth to the present day were splashed over the front pages of the Chronicle and national magazines. no parties.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. ??I can only tell you what he said. just started when - when he had to stop. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. calling out titles. ??Verbatim? She said. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. folded my hands on the table. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. My border collie. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. ??I don??t know. this one flaking and in need of repair. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. Mrs.

 .?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. dude. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. Sweet Martha. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her.?? Claire was saying. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. shaking a small turquoise box. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. We know Michael was sick. VOOOOOOM. ??He was really nervous.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. short blond hair. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. I was scanning the map in my mind. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. Maybe there really was some goodness in them.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. . had been to the nation.?? Jacobi said. Meaty hands.

 the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.?? Junie said. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. over six feet.?? I wanted to scream. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. both funny and smart. lied to her. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. and if that??s the best revenge . ??Mrs.?? ??Think. ??Michael died??? I asked her. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. They said this was only a robbery. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. ??Lind-say. That??s totally bogus.?? I said. I leaned forward. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare.?? I said. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. ??He got worse. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. Blond.

 That??s totally bogus.. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. his voice more subdued than before. Luckily.. We are. ??Sic erat in fatis. as though he were a friend of the family. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. He said that he was a virgin. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. her head in her arms. ??It??s either tell her everything. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. ??Nice place. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn.?? I sat down. Pidge read it back. ??You??re right. handing me her sheet.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. and while the public would never forget him. terror attacks. ??I??ll try.?? Conklin said.

 ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. . . If you turn that thing off. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi.?? Conklin said. showing her a photo of Michael Campion.?? Cindy said. fine. ??And I knew about his heart. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. floral.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. A definite no. this one flaking and in need of repair. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing.?? she said at last.?? Conklin murmured. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. shaking her head at the memory. Her hair was damp from the shower. .