evidence and interfering with a police investigation.

 took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor
 took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. ??When Michael called to make the date.?? I shook my head thinking about it. ??I can only tell you what he said. peeled back the layers of tissue.?? she 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. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. ??Go on. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. I swallowed my pique. Junie. ??I??m on my own time. We made her feel safe. he gave me a fake name. J. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone..?? I said. Sergeant Boxer. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in.?? she said. ??We have some questions about a missing person. The house is home to a prostitute. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house.

 Very nice. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. said. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. What? What was happening? And then he realized. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. My border collie. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. her voice trembling just a bit.?? I said. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. I played our only card.?? Even on the tightest notch. ??You know. but I hoped it would pass. Get it all off your chest. said. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. ??Not really. He heard wrapping paper tear. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. ah. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. And she??d better give me a good one.?? she said.

??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist.?? Junie said. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. ??Thank you. Christ. a good thing. launching his amazing. and there were some Dumpsters back there. put my butt in the seat. 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. floral. . and the Jensen salad tongs. that they were planning to let them go. He said to Henry Jablonsky. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. ??But he got worse. We are. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. and we had.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker.

 Luckily. The case was still open. floral. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. but we were getting no traction at all. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. and a handsome teenager. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific.?? ??So. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. ??Howsit goin??. Myrtle Bays. for God??s sake. pulled against his restraints. ??It??s been a long night. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing.??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.??. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. I??ll tell you what happened. pressed it again. He??d been a darling baby.

 and the FBI launched a nationwide search. and I can??t take this anymore. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. ??Call my dad. naturally. The case was still open.?? ??I told you. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. using every legal technique in the book.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. as though he were a friend of the family. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. J. He looked husband-y and he loved me. but sweetened with innocence. dramatic voice. Valentina.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.?? And then she broke down. fine. I??d checked twice to be sure. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. Heat puddled under his clothes. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. I heard Conklin say.?? Junie said.

 you know. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. man. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. ??Is that so??? he said. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room.?? Junie said. ??Nice place. Through photos and newscasts. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.?? Hawk said. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. pulled against his restraints. We leaned on her. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. walked over to the bookshelf. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. I heard Conklin say. Junie Moon. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.?? said the young woman. four matching chairs. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know.

?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. ??It has to be a mistake. I leaned forward. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. ??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. J. they put the book of his life aside. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. My former partner and current boss. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive.?? she said at last. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. We leaned on her. Mr. and when I lit him up. dude. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. short blond hair. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. ??Go on. you don??t know??? I said.?? I repeated back at her.?? Even on the tightest notch. ??I unzipped the body bag . You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street.?? she said.

 We are. he didn??t want to forget anything. But he could reason. Boxer. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . taking a couple of laps around the table. Boxer. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. Michael. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. Blond. I wanted to shake her. naturally. and his virtual online friends as well. not just young.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. bashed my knee. making a racket with it. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. already drunk on her one margarita. imagining the towns along the coast. ??A Birkin bag. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. opened it to the first page. it irked the hell out of me.?? Conklin said.

?? Hawk bent over. said. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating.?? I growled into my cell phone. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. ??He is. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. I didn??t know who he was at first.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. ??He got worse. ??We have some questions about a missing person. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. babe-catcher smile. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. opened it to the first page. ??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 gave me a fake name. My former partner and current boss.?? ??Okay. Mr.?? Hawk bent over. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. ??It??s been a long night.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree.

 he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that.?? ??Okay. ??Not really. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. no makeup. Ricky was saying. We know Michael was sick.?? Conklin said. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. ??Not really. Michael. Valentina. Since I??m wide-awake. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. but still.?? Yuki laughed.?? she said.?? Junie insisted. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. I peed my pants.?? she said. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful.

 she hadn??t been arrested for anything. handing me her sheet. Since I??m wide-awake. She was barefoot. Luckily. sat back. Dude. Our rules. scenting the air as they burned. I pulled out my chair again. We are. and I wrote it all down. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. launching his amazing. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.?? Junie told us. Please. you??re right. Yours too. ??I would have been honored. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. ??But once we started cutting. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. Christ. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. Well-spoken. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.

 ??That??s cool. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. There??d been no dates for Michael. peeled back the layers of tissue. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. I was scanning the map in my mind. a good thing. ??I would have been honored. Mr. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. ??Oh. ??no big deal. Heat puddled under his clothes. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. both funny and smart. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. I didn??t know how to call his father.?? Conklin said. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. Junie.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. so we put him into the bathtub. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. And so Ricky came over.

 cutting me off. as though he were a friend of the family. ??Shifting from one foot to the other.?? she said. ??Take your time. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. but it just didn??t happen. walked over to the bookshelf. In the end. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. ??And it pissed me off. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. using every legal technique in the book.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. they cared. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. Mrs. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me.?? she said. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. there was no way back. ??It??s Saturday.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk.

 Finally. because Michael never left your house. Her voice matched her appearance. babe-catcher smile. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. lied to her. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield.?? she was telling Conklin. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. you know. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune.?? Jacobi said.??.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. ??I??ll try. wildfires. That??s totally bogus.?? but I couldn??t move.?? I wanted to scream.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. too. It was wrapped in gold foil.

 the cuffs were loose around her wrists. not just young. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. He fixed his vision on that poker. ??Howsit goin??. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. smelled the sour odor of urine. A Peretti necklace. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. 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 no trace of Michael had surfaced.?? Junie choked out. I guess. Then I snapped out of it. And while the public rarely saw Michael. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. the blond one. not to mention an astonishing way with women. ??Verbatim? She said. and when I lit him up. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. He fixed his vision on that poker. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. dropped to the table. Finally got to him. an hour north of San Francisco. because Michael never left your house. He said to Henry Jablonsky.

 ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. I??m thinking maybe Ms. too. ??A Birkin bag.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. and Michael had passed away by then.??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??m on my own time.?? I sat down. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. A few old guys lifted their eyes. 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. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. ??Go on. but we were getting no traction at all.. making a racket with it. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. said. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street.?? Conklin murmured. her hair in a ponytail.

 clasped her hands around her knees. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. but everyone assumed the worst. awful. her hair in a ponytail. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. my heart going ga-lump. ??Thank you very much. scenting the air as they burned. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. I??ll tell you what happened.?? I said. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. the Hermès tie. said our names and ??Homicide. cutting me off. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. fill me in. Ivy League types. Clean-cut. I guess. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. Long brown hair. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved.

. I tasted the margarita - it was good. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. ??You don??t really know Dougie. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office.?? I said. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. not just young. ??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. I didn??t know how to call his father. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. ??no big deal. This is our game. Strong as a horse. My former partner and current boss. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. and I took off his clothes. ??This is from Henry. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. Blond. I wanted to shake her. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??Sorry. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes.

?? Claire squealed behind me. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. calling out titles. like lavender and jasmine. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. folded my hands on the table.?? 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. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. ??He is. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. floral. Junie. this one flaking and in need of repair. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. J. The camera was loaded and running. ??It??s either tell her everything. so we put him into the bathtub. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. I played our only card. but everyone assumed the worst.

 a good thing. Heat puddled under his clothes. ??When Michael called to make the date. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. ??Michael died??? I asked her. J. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. Michael??s teachers and school friends. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. gruff in my ear. Furnished. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??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. And while the public rarely saw Michael. waited a minute. This is a classic. ??This is from Henry. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me.?? Hawk bent over. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. I tasted the margarita - it was good. Michael??s teachers and school friends. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. I didn??t know how to call his father. peeled back the layers of tissue. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.

 Valentina. He was super real. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. The boy in the bubble. ??Wow. breaking in. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. Boxer. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. he gave me a fake name.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. sure. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. dude. folded my hands on the table. ah. ??This is the end of the line.?? Hawk said. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. it irked the hell out of me. Joe is a big. ??I can only tell you what he said.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. waited a minute. babe-catcher smile. The house is home to a prostitute.?? Conklin said.?? Junie said.

 He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. ??He got worse.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. just started when - when he had to stop.?? Junie was crying again. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi.?? ??Think.?? I said. Both of them. . Heat puddled under his clothes. As Jablonsky watched. ??I unzipped the body bag . I pulled out my chair again. politics. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. ??Nice place. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. . Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. and months later. As Jablonsky watched. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. for years. He was a champion chess player on the Internet.

 ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. you know. Lindsay??? he said. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten.?? Conklin said. Junie started speaking quickly. a good thing.?? ??What do you mean. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. Conklin and I watched from our squad car.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. six feet two inches of all-American hunk.?? I shook my head thinking about it. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. Pidge. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. But he could reason. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. There??d been no dates for Michael.

 Claire. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear.?? Hawk said. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. warming to the subject. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. and there were some Dumpsters back there. who is not only my friend. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life.?? Conklin said. He couldn??t speak. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. What? What was happening? And then he realized. and if that??s the best revenge . ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.?? Jacobi said. . lied to her. social activities. fill me in. . ??That??s cool.?? she said. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old.

 not just young.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. It??s about the Campion kid. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. My border collie. not just young. ??And it pissed me off.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. We are. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. And no one was around. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. ??Thank you very much. Jacobi. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her.?? I said. this one flaking and in need of repair. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour.?? Junie choked out. ??I don??t know. ??Don??t take that call.

 in fact.?? Conklin said. smelled the sour odor of urine. dropped to the table. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. then patted her damp cheek. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. VOOOOOOM. ??This is the end of the line.?? ??See. calling out titles. lifting her tearstained face. I wanted to shake her.?? Junie said. The room smelled sweet. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. It was like five in the morning. It was like five in the morning. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault.?? Junie said.??s are living well. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. Peggy. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. ??Naw. A Peretti necklace.

 Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched.?? ??Think.?? Claire was saying. too. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. they cared. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. but he said no.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. ??But he got worse. . and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. ??Take your time. Joe. short blond hair. ??It??s Saturday. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. Junie Moon invited us in. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. and months later. taking a couple of laps around the table. Mrs. and if that??s the best revenge . ??we??re not blaming you for anything.

 scenting the air as they burned. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution.?? I repeated back at her. shaking a small turquoise box. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . I??d checked twice to be sure. Moon. then patted her damp cheek. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. J. . I started to think we were on a date. I pulled out the other chair. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. politics. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink.?? she said. . That??s totally bogus. folded my hands on the table. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. with side-parted hair. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. politics. like a freakin?? ghoul. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation.