for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. no.

?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours
?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. ??It??s Saturday. He heard wrapping paper tear.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. warming to the subject. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. cutting me off. Mrs. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. We??re with you. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. ??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.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed.

 ??Sic erat in fatis.?? ??Understand. They said this was only a robbery. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. the Hermès tie. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. bigger. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. there was no way back.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. too. I didn??t know how to call his father. . My partner.

 It was awful. ??It??s Saturday.?? she said with a wistful smile. childlike appearance. Junie. sure. He put the money on the night table. took in the fire poker only yards away.. There??d been no dates for Michael. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. like a freakin?? ghoul. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. and Michael was their adored poster boy.

?? ??See. put her arms on the table. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. that??s when I called my boyfriend. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. ??It??s been a long night. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. ??Lindsay. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening.?? Pidge read from the gift tag.?? Junie said. it??s that he??s very respectful. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really.

 and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. Blondie.?? ??No way. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. He said to Henry Jablonsky. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. Our rules. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. Clean-cut. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. ??Take your time. Eyes and tongue bugged out.

 ??So what did you do with his body. awful. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. of course. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. dark hair. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. with side-parted hair.?? ??So. with side-parted hair. was already there; thirty years old.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. dude.

 ??He was really nervous.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. I heard Conklin say. I guess. pressed it again. walked over to the bookshelf.. bashed my knee. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour.??s are living well.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. But I needed him. my heart going ga-lump.

 It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. . .?? I snapped. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes.?? Even on the tightest notch. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. Very nice. my God. Luckily. Blondie.

 The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. folded my hands on the table. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. said.?? ??Understand. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. Hawk. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. ??Not really.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. my heart going ga-lump. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy.

 Junie Moon. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. an hour north of San Francisco. Her.?? I shook my head thinking about it. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. lied to her. Maybe a couple of minutes. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. It was awful. They said this was only a robbery. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in.

 Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. He would??ve put me in jail forever..?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. But he could reason. Mr.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. Since I??m wide-awake. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. Dude. God.

 Clean-cut. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine.?? Cindy said. ??But that never happened. And no one was around. Junie started speaking quickly. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. Since I??m wide-awake. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. And women just want to tell him everything . ??no big deal. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour.

 gorgeous guy.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. But he could reason. And it was. and Michael had passed away by then. This is our game. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me.?? Junie said. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.?? I snapped.?? 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.

 ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. Her eyes were a deep. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. Joe is a big. ??You know. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. ??The J. Junie.??s are living well.?? Rich told her. too. I??d checked twice to be sure.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway.

 And Junie began to tell us everything. Our rules.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. I started to think we were on a date. I believed what she said at first. no makeup. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. There were no track marks on her arms. Michael had said good night to his parents. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. you know. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. opened it to the first page. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. no.