card. ??Lind-say. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi.

 and while the public would never forget him
 and while the public would never forget him. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. ??I??m on my own time. It was awful. And Junie began to tell us everything. He put the money on the night table. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. I guess.?? Hawk said. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Well-spoken. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. It was awful.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. bashed my knee. This is our game. Junie??? I asked. not just young. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . Boxer. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. . ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. Moon. Peggy. for years.

 Moon. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. Clean-cut. He fixed his vision on that poker. It??s about the Campion kid. He said he was in pain. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. actually transformed by grief.?? ?? As Hawk read. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. Eyes and tongue bugged out. making a racket with it. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. to see things blackened and changed.?? I said. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. ??It has to be a mistake. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. There??d been no dates for Michael. and that??s not true. He couldn??t speak. who is not only my friend. ??A Birkin bag. terror attacks. a good thing. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. Junie.

 ??Nice place. Ivy League types. abruptly. ??Go on.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. and then she went on. shaking a small turquoise box. ??You don??t really know Dougie.?? she said. scenting the air as they burned. And women just want to tell him everything . I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. I offered him a drink. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. her voice trembling just a bit. .?? I said. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. scenting the air as they burned. ??But once we started cutting. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. and I can??t take this anymore. Junie.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up.

 and then he started telling me about his life.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. a precocious and gifted child. you know. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. and sneakers. But he could reason.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. ??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. ??About then. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. There was no ransom note. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. We leaned on her. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. scenting the air as they burned.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible.??s are living well. A few old guys lifted their eyes. man. Junie. I pulled out the other chair. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.

 a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. his voice more subdued than before. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. ??You don??t really know Dougie. ??Call my dad. . This is a classic. . and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. I loved him. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. who is not only my friend. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. too. ??It has to be a mistake. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. If you turn that thing off. and if that??s the best revenge . Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. no. ??We have some questions about a missing person.?? Claire was saying. because Michael never left your house. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth.?? If this tip pans out. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911.

 wildfires. A Peretti necklace. Moon. And he??s very smart. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. and I wrote it all down. Jacobi was saying. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. Mr. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. no bruises that I could see. abruptly. said our names and ??Homicide.?? I said. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. fill me in.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. I played our only card. not just young.

 He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. But he could reason. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. Her hair was damp from the shower. Her. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. Peggy. short blond hair. Jacobi. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. so we put him into the bathtub. but we were getting no traction at all. ??Mrs. J. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck.?? I said. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. hold out your glass. fine. they put the book of his life aside. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. and I think I would know. He would??ve put me in jail forever. like lavender and jasmine.?? And then she broke down. and Michael had passed away by then.

. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. you don??t know??? I said. Valentina. ??Verbatim? She said. What? What was happening? And then he realized. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone.?? Claire squealed behind me. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. using every legal technique in the book. and while the public would never forget him. It was like five in the morning. looking as though she might do it now. and while the public would never forget him. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. and we had. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. He??d wet himself.?? ??What do you mean. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. but still.?? said the young woman. I loved him. and there were some Dumpsters back there.

 It??s about the Campion kid. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. A Peretti necklace.?? ??No way. taking a couple of laps around the table.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. ??Howsit goin??. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. sure. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. I heard Conklin say.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe.?? Junie said. They said this was only a robbery. four matching chairs. There were no track marks on her arms. ??Is that so??? he said.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. 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.?? Hawk bent over. lifting her tearstained face.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. Pidge. I didn??t know who he was at first.

 ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. If you turn that thing off. Blond. . Eyes and tongue bugged out. I??m thinking maybe Ms. awful.?? Claire squealed behind me. ??Wow. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. She was barefoot. ??This is from Henry. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. J. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. no makeup. There was no ransom note. said. ah. Boxer. Levitation into a body bag.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. peeled back the layers of tissue. But it didn??t matter. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better.?? Conklin said. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know.

?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours.?? I mused.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. lifting her tearstained face. in fact. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. Jacobi. 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. ??Mrs.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. Junie Moon. . as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. . and the FBI launched a nationwide search. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. Then I snapped out of it. ??Naw. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. . and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. I??d checked twice to be sure.

 Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. floral. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. We??re with you. already drunk on her one margarita. J. jeans. The camera was loaded and running. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. and I took off his clothes. and we had. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. Michael had said good night to his parents. ??Lindsay. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room.??s are living well.

 ??It has to be a mistake. but everyone assumed the worst.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. her hair in a ponytail.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. so we put him into the bathtub. Lindsay??? he said. but it just didn??t happen. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. Furnished. then patted her damp cheek. . and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck.?? said the young woman. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. and if that??s the best revenge .

 pressed it again. ??I unzipped the body bag . There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. ??And it pissed me off. I pulled out my chair again. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. And she??d better give me a good one. I tasted the margarita - it was good. pressed it again. ??Not really. They said this was only a robbery. terror attacks. 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.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. for years. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. do you??? she said.

 Ms. the Hermès tie. ??Junie. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. my God. dramatic voice. ??And so I was ??it. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. smoky gray.?? I said. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. you know. for years. J. And she??d better give me a good one.

 This is our game. It was awful.?? she said. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. There were no track marks on her arms. We are. VOOOOOOM. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. Claire. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. making a racket with it. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.?? I said. J. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. And for now.

 . ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. If not. no.?? ??So. ??Michael died??? I asked her. In the end. no. 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. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. . man. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. an hour north of San Francisco.

 Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. My partner. put my butt in the seat. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. fill me in. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. no sports. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. The boy in the bubble.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window.?? ??Okay. Pidge. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. abruptly. and Michael was their adored poster boy.?? I said. said.

 and while the public would never forget him. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. I??ll tell you what happened. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. Long brown hair. it irked the hell out of me. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. Hawk.??. that??s when I called my boyfriend. ??Nice talk. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto.?? I glanced at the caller ID.

 that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. and huge eyes.?? ?? As Hawk read. her head in her arms. ??Sic erat in fatis. He was to Californians what JFK Jr.?? Rich said. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. ??When Michael called to make the date. jeans. expecting it to be my boyfriend.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight.?? I mused. terror attacks.?? I glanced at the caller ID. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.?? Hawk bent over.

WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. and when I woke up. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. And after all that. naturally.?? Hawk said. ??Not really. ??Don??t take that call.?? Cindy said. not just young. already drunk on her one margarita. He couldn??t move.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. ??If you want in on this. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared.

 slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. calling out titles. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. I was scanning the map in my mind. We??re with you. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. he didn??t want to forget anything.?? ??What do you mean. ??Wow. bashed my knee.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. ??Thank you very much. Hawk. Blondie. ??Sorry.?? Junie said.?? Junie said.

 and I took off his clothes. and Michael was their adored poster boy. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. using every legal technique in the book. And while the public rarely saw Michael. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. It was awful. said. ??It has to be a mistake.?? I said. . 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. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion.?? Claire said. ??Here??s Martha. gruff in my ear. 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. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. She wrecked our weekend.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. shaking her head at the memory. ??I??m on my own time. ??I fell asleep.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. ??Junie wasn??t in custody.?? Junie said. The camera was loaded and running. ??After a few hours. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. Her. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. ??That??s cool. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment.

??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. No sign of foul play. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. I started to think we were on a date. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. I loved him. awful. and that??s not true. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. was already there; thirty years old. He??d wet himself.?? I said.?? Junie said. and a handsome teenager. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.

 ??And so I was ??it. ??It??s either tell her everything. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. gruff in my ear. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. Her. I pressed the doorbell.?? Junie said. Junie. I??d checked twice to be sure. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. calling out titles. What? What was happening? And then he realized. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. a good thing. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. J.

 heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. said our names and ??Homicide. And frankly. smelled the sour odor of urine. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. back in January of this year. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . breaking in. Mr. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. I swallowed my pique. and we had. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. Well-spoken. handing me her sheet. not to mention an astonishing way with women. Very nice. Junie started speaking quickly.

 The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. said.?? I said. Our rules.?? ??So. said.?? 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. Michael. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. ??I??m on my own time. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. I played our only card. ??Lind-say. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi.