but it just didn??t happen. And frankly. Probably six two.

Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife
Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. ??It??s either tell her everything. ??No don??ts. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . showing her a photo of Michael Campion. My border collie. Well-spoken. What was done was done. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. shook the box.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. but he said no. ??You know. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. Jacobi was saying. Mr.?? Junie said. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. Moon. ??And so I was ??it. dramatic voice. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten.

referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. you know.??s are living well.?? Yuki laughed. and there were some Dumpsters back there. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. sat back. ??It has to be a mistake.?? I said. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. shaking her head at the memory. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. ??The J. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. He looked husband-y and he loved me. I??m thinking maybe Ms.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. The case was still open. and if that??s the best revenge . ??And it pissed me off. it??s nothing. Then. Hawk..

Peggy pleaded with Hawk. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. ??His feet were hovering above the hay.?? she was telling Conklin.?? Junie was crying again. not to mention an astonishing way with women. Her. Maybe a couple of minutes. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong.?? Claire said.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. Peggy pleaded with Hawk.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. It is fated. ??But once we started cutting. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. and that??s not true. that??s when I called my boyfriend. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. Her hair was damp from the shower. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. no. He looked husband-y and he loved me. reassured her.

and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. Moon.?? Junie said.?? Cindy said. ??Lind-say. The tips had led nowhere. a good thing. Jack Frost nipping at your nose .?? Junie said. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. like lavender and jasmine. ??And it pissed me off. Her hair was damp from the shower. Myrtle Bays. ??I??ve never met him. My partner.?? ??So. And after all that. ??It??s a tip kind of lead.??. Jacobi was saying. But I needed him. fill me in. ??Thank you very much.?? Hawk said. ??I would have been honored.

?? Pidge said. The house is home to a prostitute. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. Junie Moon invited us in. Boxer. bright blue eyes. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. lied to her. Junie??? I asked. but it just didn??t happen.?? Junie said.?? he said. ga-lump. Boxer. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. taking a couple of laps around the table. Maybe a couple of minutes. 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 parties. Ivy League types. ??I feel like a new person.?? Jacobi said. her hair in a ponytail. ??Sorry. Through photos and newscasts.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth.

a good thing. I guess. but everyone assumed the worst. but still. . I was starting to believe that Jacobi??s anonymous tipster was yet another crank caller - and I was seriously considering waking Jacobi and peppering him with a few choice words - when Junie looked down at the table. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. dropped to the table. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. ah. ??The J. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. shook the box. politics. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. Please. Jacobi. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. We are. back in January of this year. He was super real. ??He is. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment.

Jacobi. We leaned on her. We made her feel safe. He said he was in pain. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. ??You don??t really know Dougie.?? I said.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. A definite no. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. ??Is that so??? he said. J. Meaty hands. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. exactly what I??d hoped for. I wanted to shake her. And so Ricky came over. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. but it just didn??t happen. Sweet Martha. ??So what did you do with his body. There were no track marks on her arms.?? ??I told you. And he??s very smart.

She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. I tasted the margarita - it was good.. My border collie. pressed it again. Jacobi was saying. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. actually transformed by grief. imagining the towns along the coast. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. her hair in a ponytail.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. ??I would have been honored. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. ??You??re right. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. A definite no.?? Pidge read from the gift tag.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.?? I said. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. . dude. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck.

?? said the young woman. shaking a small turquoise box. But it didn??t matter. ??Howsit goin??. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. ??Don??t stop. ??Mrs. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. showing her a photo of Michael Campion.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. for years. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. and threatened her. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. I offered him a drink.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two.. . ??This is the end of the line. ??I fell asleep. My former partner and current boss. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. Both of them. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes.

and threatened her. and sneakers. sure. Boxer. He fixed his vision on that poker. in fact. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. not to mention an astonishing way with women. Junie. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. Then I snapped out of it.?? Junie said. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. I rent it.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. ??I don??t know. ??If you want in on this. and she told me that since she??d changed her name.?? I said. She wrecked our weekend. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. I rent it. ??I fell asleep.

pulled against his restraints. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. And frankly. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare.?? ??I??m sure. In English that means ??in the saddle. the Hermès tie.?? Conklin said. Michael had said good night to his parents.?? she was telling Conklin. four matching chairs. Then. ??The J. Very nice.?? Conklin murmured. looking as though she might do it now. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. bigger. I rent it. said. ??Oh.?? ??What do you mean. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. ??Sic erat in fatis. A Peretti necklace.

and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. exactly what I??d hoped for. hold out your glass. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. seeming empty and exhausted. just started when - when he had to stop. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. . jeans. and threatened her. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . As Jablonsky watched.?? Claire was saying. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. his voice warm. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. ??But once we started cutting. Maybe a little more.?? I wanted to scream. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. and then she went on. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. had been to the nation.

making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves.?? ?? As Hawk read. he gave me a fake name. But he could reason. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. ??I??m on my own time.?? Junie said. her voice trembling just a bit. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. Junie??? I asked.?? Junie said. The case was still open.?? I sat down.?? Junie said.?? Conklin said. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. It was awful. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.. six feet two inches of all-American hunk.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself.

that they were planning to let them go. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. ??Thank you very much. they cared. Joe. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. Junie. Mrs. her voice trembling just a bit. back in January of this year.?? I said. said. ??This is from Henry. And for now. Her eyes were a deep.?? Yuki laughed. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.?? Conklin murmured. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. ??That??s cool. like lavender and jasmine. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life.

.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. looking as though she might do it now. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. actually transformed by grief. he gave me a fake name. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. ??I fell asleep. and I think I would know. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. Blond. Then. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. too. A definite no. Since I??m wide-awake. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. . Conklin and I watched from our squad car.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . ??Mrs. And she??d better give me a good one. Very nice.

his voice more subdued than before. I was scanning the map in my mind. ??Verbatim? She said. He was super real. Tell. hold out your glass. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. and threatened her. he didn??t want to forget anything.?? she said. and then she went on. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. It was wrapped in gold foil. ??Junie. J. Ms. I??m thinking maybe Ms. No sign of foul play. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. It was wrapped in gold foil. I didn??t know who he was at first. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. I wanted to shake her.

ga-lump. ??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. then patted her damp cheek. pulled against his restraints.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. ??But he got worse. ??Mrs. Pidge read it back. That should hold you for now. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. but it just didn??t happen. my God. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. Junie.?? Claire said. And then he read aloud with a clear. Eyes and tongue bugged out.?? I said. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. ??I??m on my own time.?? Junie said. ??To Peggy. shook the box. J. put my butt in the seat. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk.

If you turn that thing off.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. ??I would have been honored. And for now. . Christ. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. jeans. but we??ve got a credible lead. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. ??A Birkin bag. He??d been a darling baby. The room smelled sweet. but still.?? said the young woman.?? I growled into my cell phone. In English that means ??in the saddle.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. ??Thank you.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad.?? I said. ??We have some questions about a missing person. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No.

The SFPD did its own investigation. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation.?? I said. for years. her voice trembling just a bit. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. J.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. ??It??s been a long night. . like lavender and jasmine. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. The camera was loaded and running. ??That??s cool. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. ??Is that so??? he said.

The boy in the bubble. and while the public would never forget him. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC.?? I sat down. Junie. an hour north of San Francisco. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. handing me her sheet. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. and sneakers. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. too. She was a beauty. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. Junie. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. My former partner and current boss. Christ. And if I had. ??The J. I??ll tell you what happened.?? said Jacobi.

he gave me a fake name.?? she said at last.?? Junie said. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. He said that he was a virgin. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. shook the box. bright blue eyes. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. pressed it again. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. No sign of foul play. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back.?? ??You??re kidding me.?? Junie said. Her hair was damp from the shower.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. Jacobi. Mrs. like lavender and jasmine. they cared. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone.

gorgeous guy. and huge eyes.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. her voice trembling just a bit. 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. too.?? I shook my head thinking about it. ??Thank you. a precocious and gifted child. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. I swallowed my pique.?? she said. But it didn??t matter. it??s that he??s very respectful. She was a beauty. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. The camera was loaded and running. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. reassured her. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. Michael. ??I??m on my own time.

TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. I rent it. ??I unzipped the body bag . politics. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. What? What was happening? And then he realized. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house.?? Conklin said. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. said our names and ??Homicide. and I took off his clothes. said. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. Her. Michael??s teachers and school friends. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me.?? Junie told us. Maybe a little more. I swallowed my pique. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. Boxer.

but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. The room smelled sweet. and a handsome teenager. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. J. and the Jensen salad tongs. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. and sneakers. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. The camera was loaded and running. but sweetened with innocence. No sign of foul play. her head in her arms. Strong as a horse. Get it all off your chest. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. he didn??t want to forget anything. Furnished.?? ??So. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. And no one was around. do you??? she said.

?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. Then. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. it??s nothing.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. ??It??s either tell her everything. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth.?? 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. took in the fire poker only yards away. Furnished. Maybe a little more. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. She was barefoot.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains.?? I said. lifting her tearstained face. ??Don??t take that call.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. My partner. taking a couple of laps around the table. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. but I hoped it would pass. Junie.

??He was really nervous. but it just didn??t happen. ??I fell asleep. Michael??s teachers and school friends. and the Jensen salad tongs.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. ??And I knew about his heart. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. ??Take your time. ??But he got worse. gorgeous guy. ??You??re right. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. Ivy League types. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. . I leaned forward.?? Claire said. dude. then patted her damp cheek. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. using every legal technique in the book. as though he were a friend of the family. but it just didn??t happen. And frankly. Probably six two.