asked Jacobi. He??d wet himself.??. just started when - when he had to stop.

 and when I woke up
 and when I woke up.?? ??See. said. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. .?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. Our rules.?? Junie said. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old.?? I wanted to scream. Ricky was saying. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.?? I glanced at the caller ID.?? Conklin said.

 ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. I??m thinking maybe Ms. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. but that his conscience had been needling him.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. babe-catcher smile. She wrecked our weekend. I was scanning the map in my mind. We leaned on her. He??d wet himself.?? she was telling Conklin. We are. And for now.

 I didn??t know who he was at first. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. floral.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. ??No don??ts.. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. And it was.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. folded my hands on the table. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. Luckily.

 . Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. that they were planning to let them go. They said this was only a robbery.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. clasped her hands around her knees. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. I tasted the margarita - it was good. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. We know Michael was sick. clasped her hands around her knees. ??Lind-say. exactly what I??d hoped for.

?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. scenting the air as they burned. lifting her tearstained face. It is fated. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. politics. and the light was soft. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. and while the public would never forget him. using every legal technique in the book. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. And women just want to tell him everything . ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. The camera was loaded and running.

 ??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. no bruises that I could see. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. Hawk. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. VOOOOOOM. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. clasped her hands around her knees. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. Ricky was saying. What? What was happening? And then he realized. ??Go on. The case was still open. that they were planning to let them go.

 and months later. Get it all off your chest. Pidge. and that??s not true. And no one was around. and I can??t take this anymore. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . I pulled out the other chair.?? Junie said. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. I guess. ??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. put her arms on the table. too. ??He was really nervous.

 Michael??s life had been part of ours. then patted her damp cheek. ??Sorry. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back.?? 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. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. I swallowed my pique. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. It was wrapped in gold foil. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. making a racket with it. and that made it even less understandable. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi.

 ??His feet were hovering above the hay. wildfires. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. Eyes and tongue bugged out. We leaned on her. ??When Michael called to make the date. Junie. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off.?? Junie said. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. ??It??s been a long night.

 Our rules. you??re right. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. . J. tied with gold ribbon. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. Junie started speaking quickly. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.

 ??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. who is not only my friend.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. The boy in the bubble. Mrs. And after all that. and I took off his clothes. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. That should hold you for now. Then I snapped out of it. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. It??s about the Campion kid. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights.

 He couldn??t speak.?? she said. he didn??t want to forget anything. Hawk. and his virtual online friends as well. that??s when I called my boyfriend. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. Junie. no bruises that I could see. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. for God??s sake. ??That??s cool. it irked the hell out of me. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile.

?? respectful manner. Pidge. Ms. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. And if I had. Hawk. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. ??You??re right. Michael had said good night to his parents. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. ??After a few hours. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. We know Michael was sick.

 ??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. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. ??So what did you do with his body. opened it to the first page. calling out titles. And it was. put her arms on the table. and that??s not true. smelled the sour odor of urine. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. ??Thank you very much.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. There were no track marks on her arms. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. I offered him a drink.

 pulled against his restraints. Ricky was saying. and I think I would know.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend.?? I mused. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop.?? Junie choked out. ??Lindsay.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. He??d wet himself.??. just started when - when he had to stop.