Sure. gorgeous guy. ??Naw.?? I said. Blondie.

 but it just didn??t happen
 but it just didn??t happen. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. I didn??t know who he was at first. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. ??Thank you very much.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi.?? ??I??m sure. to see things blackened and changed. actually transformed by grief. Furnished. . ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. The camera was loaded and running. She was barefoot. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued.. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. He said that he was a virgin. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. But it didn??t matter. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. I offered him a drink. I didn??t know how to call his father. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion.

 He was super real. This is our game.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. too. We are. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. I heard Conklin say. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom.?? ??What do you mean. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. And for now. lifting her tearstained face. In English that means ??in the saddle. Jacobi. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. . you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. Jack Frost nipping at your nose .?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon.?? but I couldn??t move. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. Furnished.

 ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth.?? ??Okay. 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. ??No don??ts. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. and sneakers. so we put him into the bathtub. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. Both of them. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. I??d checked twice to be sure. she hadn??t been arrested for anything.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink.?? And then she broke down. The SFPD did its own investigation.??s are living well. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . and Michael was their adored poster boy. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. Junie. just started when - when he had to stop. the cuffs were loose around her wrists.?? Claire said. from Santa.

 ??I??d like to meet him sometime. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. He couldn??t speak. ??And I knew about his heart. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. actually transformed by grief. Mr. the Hermès tie. Junie.?? Jacobi said. pressed it again. you know.?? she was telling Conklin.?? I said.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. ??Lindsay. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. Claire. Mr. warming to the subject.?? I said. ??Not really. my heart going ga-lump. ??But once we started cutting. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable.

 Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. I pulled out the other chair. Mr. and a handsome teenager. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. taking a couple of laps around the table. ??He got worse. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. ??Thank you. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. My border collie. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. ??I??m on my own time. and the light was soft. And so Ricky came over. ??Verbatim? She said. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book.?? Junie said. ??He was saying. babe-catcher smile. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. ??After a few hours. I??m thinking maybe Ms.?? Junie said.?? I said.

 I pressed the doorbell. Mrs. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. a precocious and gifted child. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. making a racket with it. Hawk.?? she said. dude. ??Junie. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. her hair in a ponytail. it irked the hell out of me.?? Conklin murmured. And frankly. and then he started telling me about his life. ??You know. awful. man.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. Peggy. Boxer.

 heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked.?? Claire said. There was no ransom note. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page.?? she said.?? I sat down. Tell.?? I said. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. ??So what did you do with his body.?? Junie said. folded my hands on the table. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked.?? I shook my head thinking about it. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. . He heard wrapping paper tear.?? Junie said. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. getting up from my chair.?? said Jacobi. you know. ??This is the end of the line. And it was. and months later. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine.

 ??Not really. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. 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. was already there; thirty years old. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. and a handsome teenager.?? Conklin said.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. .?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. ??And it pissed me off. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. I swallowed my pique. floral. ??A Birkin bag. Maybe a little more. I tasted the margarita - it was good. .?? Conklin murmured. VOOOOOOM.?? ??No way. ??I can only tell you what he said.. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life.?? I said. Peg.

?? Claire said. breaking in. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. I leaned forward. ??Lind-say. That jacket was never mentioned in the press.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. She wrecked our weekend. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled.?? I said. Yours too. fill me in. man. pressed it again. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. and the Jensen salad tongs. my heart going ga-lump. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. Richard Conklin. too. childlike appearance. dude. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. ??Here??s Martha.

 and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. Junie??? I asked. The case was still open. Her eyes were a deep.?? Hawk said.?? Junie insisted. and I took off his clothes. Then I snapped out of it. but that his conscience had been needling him. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. ??or tell her nothing. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association.?? Junie said. I??d checked twice to be sure. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. J. scenting the air as they burned. ??He was really nervous. ??I??ve never met him. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. Ms. and I took off his clothes. who is not only my friend. He??d been a darling baby. Well-spoken.?? I snapped.

 ??No don??ts. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. It was like five in the morning. ga-lump. babe-catcher smile. ??If you want in on this. said.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. Junie. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. and I wrote it all down. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. Junie. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. I heard Conklin say. It is fated. ??Wow. I didn??t know how to call his father. fill me in. but that his conscience had been needling him. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. J. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. I swallowed my pique. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. and while the public would never forget him.

 He??d wet himself.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. back in January of this year.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. and I think I would know. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. He??d been a darling baby. hold out your glass. launching his amazing. like lavender and jasmine. He said that he was a virgin.?? she said. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. and I can??t take this anymore. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. you know.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. the Hermès tie. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. her hair in a ponytail. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife.?? ??I told you.

 I played our only card. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. I guess. you don??t know??? I said. but I hoped it would pass. and if that??s the best revenge . ??To Peggy. ??After a few hours. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. ??You don??t really know Dougie. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. ??I feel like a new person. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. I rent it. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. He fixed his vision on that poker. I was scanning the map in my mind. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. And Junie began to tell us everything.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. scenting the air as they burned. The SFPD did its own investigation. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.

 and while the public would never forget him. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk.?? she said. I guess. my God. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk.?? ??What do you mean. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys.?? I sat down.?? Claire was saying. . Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. ??I??m on my own time. fill me in. four matching chairs. Both of them. walked over to the bookshelf. Then I snapped out of it. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. I was scanning the map in my mind. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. said. Well-spoken. I played our only card.

 gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. folded my hands on the table. and the light was soft. put her arms on the table. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC.?? Jacobi said. making a racket with it. It was wrapped in gold foil. And no one was around. ??I??m on my own time. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. I didn??t know who he was at first.?? ??Understand.?? 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. Sergeant Boxer. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. A few old guys lifted their eyes.?? Junie was crying again. and months later. Mrs. It??s about the Campion kid. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi.?? 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 didn??t matter. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. and a handsome teenager.

?? I said.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. that they were planning to let them go. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date.?? Junie said. Michael??s teachers and school friends. God.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. Jacobi was saying. reassured her.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??Lindsay. A few old guys lifted their eyes. but we??ve got a credible lead. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. No sign of foul play. actually transformed by grief. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. And she??d better give me a good one. ??And so I was ??it. ??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.?? she said. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life.

?? I repeated back at her.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. Blondie.?? Junie said.?? Claire said. ??To Peggy. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. that they were planning to let them go. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street.?? I mused. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. just started when - when he had to stop. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. . but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. ??About then. ??Take your time. said our names and ??Homicide. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. saw the john lope across Leavenworth.?? but I couldn??t move. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was..

 J. ??I unzipped the body bag .?? I said. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. She was barefoot. launching his amazing. and there were some Dumpsters back there. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office.?? ??Okay. pulled against his restraints. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. The tips had led nowhere. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. ??If you want in on this. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. The boy in the bubble. then patted her damp cheek. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date.?? If this tip pans out. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. I took a notebook out of my handbag.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands.?? Hawk bent over. ??After a few hours. hold out your glass.

 it??s nothing.?? Claire said.?? she said. ??Here??s Martha. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. ??Mrs. And while the public rarely saw Michael. It was wrapped in gold foil.?? Claire said. bashed my knee. This is a classic. Michael??s teachers and school friends. And for now. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. I??ll tell you what happened. Hawk. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. it??s nothing. fine. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband.?? she was telling Conklin.?? I said. who is not only my friend. We are. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client.

 was already there; thirty years old. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. no. but that his conscience had been needling him. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. my heart going ga-lump. . Boxer.?? ??Think. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. ??I??ll try. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. Clean-cut. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. and then she went on.??. The house is home to a prostitute. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.?? she was telling Conklin. Her eyes were a deep.??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. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me.?? I snapped.?? Junie said.

 and his virtual online friends as well. It was awful. the Hermès tie. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. because Michael never left your house. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. Pidge. in fact. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock.?? ??No way. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. ??Howsit goin??.?? but I couldn??t move. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. fine. Sweet Martha. And then he read aloud with a clear.?? Yuki laughed. And then he read aloud with a clear. Sweet Martha. He said to Henry Jablonsky. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine.?? I said.

 and I wrote it all down. pulled against his restraints. Through photos and newscasts. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. using every legal technique in the book.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. no.?? ??Understand.?? Jacobi said.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. Maybe a little more. He said that he was a virgin. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. was already there; thirty years old. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. Junie. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. sure. handing me her sheet. But he could reason. ??Is that so??? he said. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. she wouldn??t talk. and while the public would never forget him.?? Rich said.

?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf.?? Conklin murmured. Get it all off your chest. The SFPD did its own investigation. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. He??d been a darling baby. ??And I knew about his heart. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. We??re with you. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. and there were some Dumpsters back there. I played our only card. and I was sure if she was Mirandized.?? Junie said. ??Junie. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. fine. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. ??That??s cool. Mr. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room.

?? I said. already drunk on her one margarita. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. A Peretti necklace.. I played our only card.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. He said he was in pain. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. you know. ??Not really. cutting me off. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. Mrs. My border collie. and that made it even less understandable. but he said no. She was barefoot. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. ??Well.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. said our names and ??Homicide. Hawk.?? she said.?? Jacobi said.

 ??Lindsay.?? she said. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. opened it to the first page. Jacobi was saying.?? I said. Eyes and tongue bugged out. We are.?? Claire said. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. ??Take your time. Maybe a couple of minutes. 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. ??That??s cool. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. It was wrapped in gold foil.?? Junie said. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. back in January of this year. to see things blackened and changed. Then I snapped out of it. social activities.?? ??Okay.?? I mused.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was.

 Very nice. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion.?? Pidge called out to Peggy.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. too. We leaned on her.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. He??d been a darling baby. ??But once we started cutting. a precocious and gifted child. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. The camera was loaded and running. but still. and months later. ??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. Heat puddled under his clothes. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. and there were some Dumpsters back there. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. getting up from my chair. I offered him a drink. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. And he??s very smart. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.

 no. ??So what did you do with his body. an hour north of San Francisco.?? ??I??m sure. and I wrote it all down. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening.?? Junie was crying again. dude. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. he gave me a fake name. Michael. and then he started telling me about his life. had been to the nation. ??It??s either tell her everything. I rent it. pressed it again. Jacobi was saying. in fact. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. her voice trembling just a bit. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. no sports.?? Hawk bent over. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags.??. warming to the subject. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life.

 And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. Heat puddled under his clothes. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. had been to the nation. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that.?? Conklin said. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. you know. Ms. A few old guys lifted their eyes.??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. But I needed him. ??When Michael called to make the date. I didn??t know how to call his father.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. Sergeant Boxer. Hawk. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. Myrtle Bays. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. ??Junie. ??Sure. gorgeous guy. ??Naw.?? I said. Blondie.