and she??s on it. Then I snapped out of it.

 He was super real
 He was super real. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name.?? Claire said. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. ??It??s Saturday. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. He said to Henry Jablonsky. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. Peggy. He said that he was a virgin. ??And it pissed me off. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. And women just want to tell him everything . but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. ??It??s Saturday. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. Junie Moon invited us in. floral. Maybe there really was some goodness in them.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. I peed my pants. The tips had led nowhere.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed.

 a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. . Michael. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband.?? but I couldn??t move. Hawk. and I can??t take this anymore. just started when - when he had to stop. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags.?? respectful manner. .?? Junie told us. and the Jensen salad tongs. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. J. ??Call my dad. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. Tell. Then. like lavender and jasmine. ??I unzipped the body bag . ??Call my dad.

 awful.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. to see things blackened and changed.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. looking as though she might do it now.?? Claire was saying. and then she went on.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. This is our game. it irked the hell out of me. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. I believed what she said at first. jeans. from Santa. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. no. In English that means ??in the saddle.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. and I was sure if she was Mirandized.?? Junie said. a precocious and gifted child. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. My border collie. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk.

 Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. I took a notebook out of my handbag. ??But once we started cutting.?? Claire said. Boxer. man. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. not to mention an astonishing way with women. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. sure.?? I said. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. Boxer.?? Junie said.?? but I couldn??t move. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. his voice more subdued than before. it??s nothing. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. ??He was really nervous.

 like a freakin?? ghoul.?? Conklin said. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear.?? Claire said.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window.?? respectful manner. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. Through photos and newscasts. I peed my pants. Through photos and newscasts. ??Here??s Martha.?? I said. ??He was saying. Dude. A definite no. not to mention an astonishing way with women. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. and I wrote it all down. jeans. ??Not really.?? Yuki laughed.?? said Jacobi. but sweetened with innocence.

 The room smelled sweet. Luckily. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. ??Junie. bright blue eyes.?? she said. ??Take your time.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. And no one was around. And so Ricky came over. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity.?? Junie choked out. He said to Henry Jablonsky. . TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. and I took off his clothes.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. because Michael never left your house. Sergeant Boxer. VOOOOOOM. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. tied with gold ribbon. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion.

 I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. but still.?? ??What do you mean.?? I snapped. J. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. but he said no.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. Eyes and tongue bugged out.?? Cindy begged me. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.?? I glanced at the caller ID. They said this was only a robbery. . ??About then. ??Thank you. I wanted to shake her. exactly what I??d hoped for. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. bright blue eyes. and huge eyes. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. He heard wrapping paper tear.

 ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. ??Lind-say. Junie Moon. J. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. And so Ricky came over. ??Thank you. Mr.?? I said.?? respectful manner. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. it??s that he??s very respectful. What was the draw? What was the hook? Why would a pretty girl like Junie turn pro? ??I took my name from an old Liza Minnelli movie. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. looking as though she might do it now. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. politics. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. ??Not really. This is our game. ga-lump. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. dark hair.

 ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. dark hair. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. in fact. dude. What? What was happening? And then he realized. In English that means ??in the saddle. No sign of foul play. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. ??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. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. with side-parted hair. and the FBI launched a nationwide search.?? I said. Well-spoken. ??no big deal. Blond. ??This is the end of the line. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. And she??d better give me a good one.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. Joe.

??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. He said he was in pain. 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. interviewing family members and retainers. He??d wet himself. Hawk. ??This is the end of the line. ??After a few hours.?? she said. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. no. ??Not really.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. ??If you want in on this.?? ??Understand. Her. from Santa. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. I??d checked twice to be sure. cutting me off.??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 was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. Maybe there really was some goodness in them.

?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. Both of them. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room.?? Junie said. I pulled out my chair again.?? Claire said. and no trace of Michael had surfaced.?? I repeated back at her. What was the draw? What was the hook? Why would a pretty girl like Junie turn pro? ??I took my name from an old Liza Minnelli movie. folded my hands on the table. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. pulled against his restraints. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. gruff in my ear. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. gorgeous guy. ??After a few hours. God. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. What? What was happening? And then he realized. Blondie. so we put him into the bathtub. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week.?? 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.

 Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. ??or tell her nothing. Peggy. And he??s very smart.?? he said. Michael had said good night to his parents. they put the book of his life aside. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. 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. ??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. Yours too. And so Ricky came over. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. with side-parted hair. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. this one flaking and in need of repair. Mr. I offered him a drink. From the first moment. Her hair was damp from the shower. her head in her arms.

 I loved him. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. We know Michael was sick. . Levitation into a body bag. ??So what did you do with his body. Both of them. he gave me a fake name. and Michael had passed away by then. said our names and ??Homicide. But he could reason. And while the public rarely saw Michael. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. We are. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. and Michael was their adored poster boy. A definite no. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. they cared. Maybe a little more.?? ??Okay. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. lifting her tearstained face.

 Moon. and threatened her. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. babe-catcher smile. smoky gray. My former partner and current boss. VOOOOOOM. over six feet.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. ??You know. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed.?? Junie said. We leaned on her. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. so we put him into the bathtub. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. put her arms on the table.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. And for now. Valentina. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky.?? I said.

 ??I??ve never met him. social activities. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better.??. Richard Conklin. I rent it. both funny and smart.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. exactly what I??d hoped for. 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. And if I had.?? Rich told her. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. ??We have some questions about a missing person. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. like a freakin?? ghoul. naturally.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. She wrecked our weekend.?? Junie said. lifting her tearstained face. dude.

 and when I lit him up. bright blue eyes. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes.?? Cindy said. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me.?? I growled into my cell phone. you know. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. Pidge read it back. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me.?? Junie was crying again. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. too. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song.?? ??Think. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids.

 and Michael was their adored poster boy. looking as though she might do it now. Hawk. bigger.?? Junie choked out. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. Get it all off your chest. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. ga-lump. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. He fixed his vision on that poker. VOOOOOOM. I swallowed my pique. ??But he got worse. ??Call my dad. And so Ricky came over. it??s that he??s very respectful.?? Jacobi said. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back.?? Rich told her.

 but we??ve got a credible lead.?? Conklin murmured. I peed my pants. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. to see things blackened and changed. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. her hair in a ponytail.?? respectful manner.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. Peg. and a handsome teenager.??s are living well. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. I peed my pants. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. not to mention an astonishing way with women. And women just want to tell him everything . ??Don??t take that call. J. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. ??And I knew about his heart.

?? Junie said. shaking her head at the memory. ??Nice place. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth.?? Rich said. He fixed his vision on that poker. He would??ve put me in jail forever. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. using every legal technique in the book. 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. awful. ??Oh. Maybe a couple of minutes. ??When Michael called to make the date. Clean-cut. ??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. What? What was happening? And then he realized. and Michael was their adored poster boy.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. I rent it. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked.

 Long brown hair. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. do you??? she said. ??You know. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes.?? Junie said.?? Hawk said. I loved him. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. Well-spoken. But he could reason. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. it irked the hell out of me. but everyone assumed the worst. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.?? I said. We??re with you.?? Junie said.

 and let Conklin keep the ball rolling.?? ??No way. I swallowed my pique. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. pressed it again. and threatened her. and that made it even less understandable. . ??This is from Henry. smoky gray.. ??This is from Henry. shaking a small turquoise box. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. VOOOOOOM. but we were getting no traction at all.?? ??So. We??re with you. ??You don??t really know Dougie. both funny and smart. Probably six two. Michael??s teachers and school friends. ??And it pissed me off.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink.

 and Michael was their adored poster boy.?? I sat down. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. this one flaking and in need of repair. and we had. I??ll tell you what happened. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. they put the book of his life aside. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. ??That??s cool. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. he didn??t want to forget anything. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. The camera was loaded and running. Please. ??Sure.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed.?? Jacobi said. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??If you want in on this.?? she said. . He said to Henry Jablonsky.

 But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. There??d been no dates for Michael. ??Take your time. ga-lump. and if that??s the best revenge .?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. ??But that never happened. Peggy. It??s about the Campion kid. ??When Michael called to make the date. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. a precocious and gifted child. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. no bruises that I could see. I was scanning the map in my mind. like lavender and jasmine. . that??s when I called my boyfriend.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. ??Don??t stop. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. said. I??d checked twice to be sure. and the FBI launched a nationwide search.

 That jacket was never mentioned in the press. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. J. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. Michael??s life had been part of ours. so we put him into the bathtub.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. ??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. Eyes and tongue bugged out. And she??d better give me a good one. cutting me off. shaking her head at the memory.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. and I took off his clothes. awful. Sweet Martha.??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. and sneakers. J. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. We??re with you. a precocious and gifted child. and I can??t take this anymore.?? Junie said.

?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. warming to the subject. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. it??s that he??s very respectful. they cared. ??You know. She was barefoot. . ??Thank you. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. It is fated. Sweet Martha. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah.?? ??I??m sure. reassured her. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. Then I snapped out of it.