So Michael Campion went to a hooker.

 ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn
 ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. bashed my knee. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. He would??ve put me in jail forever. and that made it even less understandable. Pidge. ??I feel like a new person. She was barefoot. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. Richard Conklin. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. ??Oh.

 This is a classic. And he??s very smart. imagining the towns along the coast. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. Claire. Mrs. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead.?? Junie told us. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. Junie. Junie. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.

 he didn??t want to forget anything. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion.?? I shook my head thinking about it.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. ??Oh. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. social activities. And no one was around. Ivy League types. J. that they were planning to let them go. ??Lind-say. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. Dude.

 while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. looking as though she might do it now. wildfires. an hour north of San Francisco. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. If you turn that thing off. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.?? I said.?? I said.?? Junie insisted.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. I peed my pants. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911.??s are living well.

 . ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. social activities.?? she said at last. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. Junie??? I asked.?? she said. sure. the blond one. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. In the end.

?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. abruptly. He heard wrapping paper tear. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. 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.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. Then I snapped out of it.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop.

 and the Jensen salad tongs. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. he didn??t want to forget anything. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. and if that??s the best revenge . Furnished. Through photos and newscasts. over six feet. Mrs. and when I lit him up. this one flaking and in need of repair. smoky gray. I was scanning the map in my mind. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted.

 The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look.?? I repeated back at her. ??That??s cool.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. It is fated. expecting it to be my boyfriend. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare.?? Hawk said. and I think I would know. a precocious and gifted child. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. who is not only my friend. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. Richard Conklin.

 Pidge read it back. and when I lit him up.?? Jacobi said. ??I??m on my own time. He said that he was a virgin.?? ??Understand. an hour north of San Francisco. 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. her hair in a ponytail. A Peretti necklace. But he could reason. ??Thank you. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. bashed my knee.?? Jacobi said.

?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. ??Well.?? ??No way.?? I growled into my cell phone.?? respectful manner. for God??s sake. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. That should hold you for now.?? Junie was crying again. ??Michael died??? I asked her.?? Junie said.?? I sat down. Maybe a couple of minutes. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. back in January of this year.

 ??It??s been a long night.?? but I couldn??t move.?? Hawk bent over.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. Junie??? I asked. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. exactly what I??d hoped for. Peggy. put my butt in the seat. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. ??A Birkin bag. Junie Moon invited us in. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. A few old guys lifted their eyes. of course.

 ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. handing me her sheet.?? Pidge said. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. and the Jensen salad tongs. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. said our names and ??Homicide. It was like five in the morning.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault.

 making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. they cared. it irked the hell out of me. and a handsome teenager. Christ. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. ??Go on. actually transformed by grief.?? she said with a wistful smile. dramatic voice. ??If you want in on this. . smoky gray. ??Sure.

?? Junie said. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. Get it all off your chest. Valentina.?? Junie choked out.?? Junie said. then patted her damp cheek. ??Well. Finally got to him. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. It was wrapped in gold foil. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. because Michael never left your house.

 and the light was soft.?? ??Understand. Michael had said good night to his parents. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. put her arms on the table. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. pulled against his restraints.?? I said. ??If you want in on this. dark hair. and we had. Then.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker.