attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look.

 she hadn??t been arrested for anything
 she hadn??t been arrested for anything.?? ??Understand. ??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. ??He was saying. as though he were a friend of the family.?? ??You??re kidding me.?? Rich told her. you know. If not. My former partner and current boss. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. shaking her head at the memory. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. ??If you want in on this.?? Conklin said. 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 was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. my God. looking as though she might do it now.?? If this tip pans out. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. ??Michael died??? I asked her. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.?? Junie said.?? ??You??re kidding me.

 opened it to the first page.?? Junie said. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth.?? I said. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. they cared. . ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. his voice warm. Maybe a couple of minutes. jeans. It was like five in the morning. Hawk.?? I mused. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. and then she went on. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. ??So what did you do with his body. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. This is a classic.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. There??d been no dates for Michael. and then she went on. he gave me a fake name. ??This is the end of the line.

 So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. and that made it even less understandable. bright blue eyes. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. ??Take your time. walked over to the bookshelf. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. As Jablonsky watched. Claire.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. Ms. ??And it pissed me off. Pidge read it back. smelled the sour odor of urine. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. it??s that he??s very respectful. Peg. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. then went up in a great exhalation of flame.. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe.?? I snapped.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. shaking her head at the memory. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two.

?? I wanted to scream. 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.?? Conklin said. ??Don??t take that call.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. but it just didn??t happen.?? Cindy said. and that made it even less understandable. He would??ve put me in jail forever. tied with gold ribbon. and I can??t take this anymore. actually transformed by grief. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. for God??s sake. Her eyes were a deep. I??ll tell you what happened. just started when - when he had to stop.?? ??See. Clean-cut. ??I??m on my own time. Her eyes were a deep. I played our only card. just started when - when he had to stop. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. dude. bigger. but still. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour.

?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. Junie Moon. ??Is that so??? he said. there was no way back. but he said no. ??But once we started cutting.??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. He fixed his vision on that poker.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. Michael had said good night to his parents. and while the public would never forget him. Richard Conklin. Joe is a big. And frankly. awful. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. showing her a photo of Michael Campion.?? I said. Finally got to him. dark hair. dude. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. because Michael never left your house. Her.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name.?? she was telling Conklin.

 looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. but we??ve got a credible lead. not to mention an astonishing way with women. an hour north of San Francisco.?? I said. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. and that made it even less understandable.?? I said. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. . Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. Christ.?? she said.?? she said. no. ??And I knew about his heart. because Michael never left your house. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. her head in her arms.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. abruptly. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old.

 and threatened her. ??I can only tell you what he said. ??You know. Finally got to him. He??d wet himself.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. short blond hair. ??After a few hours. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. ??It has to be a mistake. ??Don??t stop.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. a good thing. his voice warm.?? Yuki laughed. and then she went on. hold out your glass. because Michael never left your house. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. they put the book of his life aside. Get it all off your chest. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. I pressed the doorbell. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. And while the public rarely saw Michael. ga-lump.

 Maybe there really was some goodness in them. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. I didn??t know who he was at first.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. I swallowed my pique. imagining the towns along the coast. childlike appearance. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains.?? 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.?? Jacobi said. I peed my pants. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. had been to the nation. Junie Moon invited us in. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. ??But that never happened. ??Wow. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. smelled the sour odor of urine. gruff in my ear.?? I sat down. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. Boxer. She wrecked our weekend.

 ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. said. From the first moment.?? Claire said. ??You know. No sign of foul play. 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. The case was still open. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. scenting the air as they burned.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. But he could reason. ??And it pissed me off. They said this was only a robbery. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. Junie. I played our only card. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. I offered him a drink. as though he were a friend of the family. but we were getting no traction at all. Junie??? I asked. ??Well. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. said. .?? she said.

?? ??You got around to having sex with him. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. and sneakers. so we put him into the bathtub.?? Pidge read from the gift tag.?? Junie insisted. Then. looking as though she might do it now. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. calling out titles. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. ??I would have been honored. Junie started speaking quickly. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. Junie. ??Howsit goin??. ??I feel like a new person. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. ??It has to be a mistake. ??He was saying. The house is home to a prostitute.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. Peggy. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.

 .??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. her head in her arms. Blond. walked over to the bookshelf.?? Junie said.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. ??we??re not blaming you for anything.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. Junie. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife.?? ??No way. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had.?? respectful manner. ??Lindsay. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. It was awful. If not. the blond one. God.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. reassured her. scenting the air as they burned.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe.

 And then he read aloud with a clear.?? Junie said.?? Junie said. A definite no. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. He couldn??t speak. for years. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. The room smelled sweet. Both of them. And he??s very smart. shook the box. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. for years. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. the blond one. and the light was soft. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. Michael.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. Maybe a couple of minutes. We made her feel safe. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin.?? I wanted to scream. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy.

 Furnished. you know. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. but we were getting no traction at all. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. and months later.?? Rich told her. bashed my knee. Junie.?? I wanted to scream.?? I snapped. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. Hawk. ??Don??t stop. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.?? I said. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. ??That??s cool. And he??s very smart. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. Sergeant Boxer. I wanted to shake her. awful. ??Naw. you know.

 put my butt in the seat. It??s about the Campion kid. ??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. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. this one flaking and in need of repair.?? I said. politics.?? If this tip pans out. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. ??Nice talk. Hawk. She wrecked our weekend. pulled against his restraints. they cared. clasped her hands around her knees.?? Junie said. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. naturally. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. J. That should hold you for now. We??re with you. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. and the Jensen salad tongs. ??Michael died??? I asked her.

 ??I??d like to meet him sometime. he gave me a fake name. expecting it to be my boyfriend.?? I said. ??He was saying. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. He said to Henry Jablonsky. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. you don??t know??? I said. Well-spoken. . and in the morning his bedroom was empty. ??And it pissed me off. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. A few old guys lifted their eyes. and I took off his clothes. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. He said to Henry Jablonsky. smoky gray. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. shaking her head at the memory. Jacobi. VOOOOOOM. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. Claire. Myrtle Bays. launching his amazing.

 saw the john lope across Leavenworth.?? Cindy said. We??re with you. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. It was like five in the morning. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. and while the public would never forget him. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. ??To Peggy. ??So what did you do with his body.?? Jacobi said.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. interviewing family members and retainers. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. and months later.?? I mused.?? ?? As Hawk read. And no one was around. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. . This is a classic. exactly what I??d hoped for.?? Junie said. This is our game. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree.

 his voice warm. Hawk. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. ??Call my dad. And after all that. No sign of foul play. had been to the nation. ??So what did you do with his body. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. ??Don??t stop. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. ??Don??t take that call. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. ??And it pissed me off. ??Verbatim? She said. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth.?? If this tip pans out. ??Well. I leaned forward.?? she was telling Conklin.?? she was telling Conklin.

 thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. Ivy League types. Finally got to him. but still. and his virtual online friends as well.?? Junie was crying again. Clean-cut. Mr. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. an hour north of San Francisco. and the FBI launched a nationwide search.?? Hawk bent over.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. ??But he got worse. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. calling out titles. And he??s very smart. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. Boxer.?? Conklin murmured.?? she said. ??I feel like a new person. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.

?? Jacobi said. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying.?? I growled into my cell phone. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in.?? Junie said. I??ll tell you what happened. 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. ??You know. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. not to mention an astonishing way with women. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. and there were some Dumpsters back there. Heat puddled under his clothes.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. and huge eyes.?? I glanced at the caller ID.?? ??You??re kidding me. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth.?? If this tip pans out. ??I??ve never met him. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. Furnished. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop.

 said. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. Her. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. I started to think we were on a date. A Peretti necklace. The house is home to a prostitute. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. J. ??I feel like a new person. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. We are. Peg.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. Heat puddled under his clothes. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. Boxer.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. That??s totally bogus.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. She was barefoot. My partner. And no one was around. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. ??Here??s Martha.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room.

 putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. Lindsay??? he said. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. And she??d better give me a good one. Jack Frost nipping at your nose .??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. A few old guys lifted their eyes. ??I??m on my own time.??s are living well.. Both of them. . just started when - when he had to stop. ??I unzipped the body bag . tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. Junie started speaking quickly. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. childlike appearance. My former partner and current boss. folded my hands on the table. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. I pulled out my chair again. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. A few old guys lifted their eyes.?? Pidge said. A definite no.

 and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. and the light was soft. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. handing me her sheet. peeled back the layers of tissue. In English that means ??in the saddle. ??He was saying. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. ??Not really. Mrs. ah. and Michael was their adored poster boy. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. ??Nice talk. Please. pulled against his restraints. and I took off his clothes. . ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. ??Sure.

 Both of them. bashed my knee. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. And Junie began to tell us everything. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk.??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. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. looking as though she might do it now. And women just want to tell him everything . ??Well. already drunk on her one margarita. her head in her arms. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. Her eyes were a deep.?? ??You??re kidding me. short blond hair. .?? Rich said. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. an hour north of San Francisco.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. And if I had. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. ??To Peggy. he didn??t want to forget anything.

?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. ??We have some questions about a missing person. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. Mrs. with side-parted hair. seeming empty and exhausted. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. then patted her damp cheek. there was no way back. because Michael never left your house. opened it to the first page.?? Pidge said. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. Maybe a little more. was already there; thirty years old. said. We??re with you. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion.?? I said.?? Junie said. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ??Call my dad.

 He looked husband-y and he loved me. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. Since I??m wide-awake. exactly what I??d hoped for. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. We know Michael was sick.?? Hawk said. shaking her head at the memory. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. he gave me a fake name. Mr. I loved him. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. not to mention an astonishing way with women. I believed what she said at first. ??So . He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. Mr. ??Naw. I played our only card. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. in fact. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address.?? ??I told you. He said he was in pain.

 He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. hold out your glass. and huge eyes.?? Junie said. He was super real. ??He was really nervous. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. had been to the nation. That??s totally bogus.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. J. clasped her hands around her knees. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes.?? I sat down. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. shaking her head at the memory. ??Don??t take that call. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. but still.

 ??Junie. ??Nice talk. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. He would??ve put me in jail forever. and I wrote it all down. ??Is that so??? he said.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. My border collie. Through photos and newscasts.?? Claire said. Please. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags.?? she said. She was barefoot. Please.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags.?? Rich told her. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. and I wrote it all down.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. ??Shifting from one foot to the other.?? ??So.?? ??I??m sure. They said this was only a robbery. Probably six two. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No.

 smoky gray. ??Oh. ??It has to be a mistake. Junie. Tell. He put the money on the night table. Her eyes were a deep. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. ??Not really. They said this was only a robbery. We leaned on her. She was a beauty. 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. and huge eyes. Richard Conklin. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. ??Sic erat in fatis.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. bright blue eyes. ??But that never happened. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look.