just young. Junie. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy.

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Michael??s teachers and school friends. Blondie. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. Mrs.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored.?? Hawk bent over.?? ??Understand. Jacobi. Finally. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. ??Take your time. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. Jacobi. so we put him into the bathtub. and Michael had passed away by then.. The case was still open.?? she was telling Conklin. she wouldn??t talk.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. ??Lind-say. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable.

Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours.?? she was telling Conklin. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. Junie Moon invited us in. and I can??t take this anymore.?? I shook my head thinking about it. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. ??So what did you do with his body. ??Well. too. AKA Junie Moon. Boxer. They said this was only a robbery.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. ??I would have been honored. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it.?? ??Think. ??Well. of course. Clean-cut. for years. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. wildfires.

A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. . ??His feet were hovering above the hay. Mrs. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. imagining the towns along the coast.?? Junie said.?? ??No way. ??He was saying. ??I don??t know.?? Junie said.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile.?? I said. like a freakin?? ghoul.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. and that??s not true. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.?? she said. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. Sweet Martha. . That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge.

?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. . ??His feet were hovering above the hay. said our names and ??Homicide.?? I said. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour.??s are living well.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. her head in her arms. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.?? Junie said. ??or tell her nothing. That should hold you for now. Dude.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. ??I can only tell you what he said. and then she went on.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. was already there; thirty years old. No sign of foul play. Please. My border collie.

And frankly. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. and that??s not true. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi.?? Junie insisted. four matching chairs. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ??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. Richard Conklin. I wanted to shake her. Heat puddled under his clothes.?? Cindy begged me. They said this was only a robbery.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. looking as though she might do it now. Ms. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. . and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. abruptly. expecting it to be my boyfriend. man. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. ??To Peggy.

??we??re not blaming you for anything. interviewing family members and retainers. Junie. . ??But that never happened. dude. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. do you??? she said. her hair in a ponytail. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. The house is home to a prostitute. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. Clean-cut.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. I played our only card. A definite no. The room smelled sweet. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. waited a minute. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth.

?? ??See.?? I said.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ??Go on.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. pressed it again. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. I heard Conklin say. Hawk.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . short blond hair. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. I pulled out my chair again. We are. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book.?? I said. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. Pidge. like lavender and jasmine. Finally got to him. But I needed him. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old.

Peggy.??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. Well-spoken.?? Junie said. Myrtle Bays. ??Thank you. a good thing.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl.?? Junie insisted. clasped her hands around her knees. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. for God??s sake. ??It??s Saturday. Mr. If not.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours.?? Claire was saying. ??Wow. Junie. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. bigger. My former partner and current boss. ??And I knew about his heart. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth.

Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. He was super real. The case was still open. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. My former partner and current boss. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. Jacobi was saying. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. But I needed him. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. gorgeous guy. you know. ??Thank you..?? Junie said. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. saw the john lope across Leavenworth.?? I glanced at the caller ID. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. Claire. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. took in the fire poker only yards away. Her.

and Michael had passed away by then. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom.?? I said. but still. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. Michael. gruff in my ear. man. and Michael had passed away by then. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. If you turn that thing off. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. He fixed his vision on that poker. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. ??But once we started cutting. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying.?? I said. I tasted the margarita - it was good. but I hoped it would pass. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him.

politics. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. Get the kit-cat and let??s go.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours.?? ??Understand. and the Jensen salad tongs.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. AKA Junie Moon.?? I said. ??It??s Saturday. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. ??Not really.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. But I needed him. ??The J. smoky gray.?? I said. an hour north of San Francisco. ??Thank you very much. and while the public would never forget him. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. Junie started speaking quickly. awful. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth.

thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine.??s are living well.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted.?? ??What do you mean. ??Junie. ??Mrs. ??Not really. As Jablonsky watched.??s are living well.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. I didn??t know how to call his father. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. And he??s very smart.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. We made her feel safe. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. Her voice matched her appearance. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. then patted her damp cheek. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. I loved him. warming to the subject. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. He??d wet himself.

??After a few hours. terror attacks. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. Finally.?? I repeated back at her. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. of course. Christ. and a handsome teenager. it??s that he??s very respectful.?? I said. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. sure. ??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. Very nice.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes.?? Junie said. Eyes and tongue bugged out. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. I loved him. Lindsay??? he said.

and threatened her. bashed my knee.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. There were no track marks on her arms. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone.?? Claire squealed behind me.?? Junie said. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. ??Go on. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. and that made it even less understandable. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. ??I??m on my own time. ??Naw. ??I??ve never met him. and while the public would never forget him. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.?? 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. ??If you want in on this. ??Sorry.?? Yuki laughed. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. Lindsay??? he said. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. J.

Hawk. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. But I needed him. seeming empty and exhausted. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. J. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. But he could reason. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. her hair in a ponytail. He??d wet himself. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. of course. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. Boxer. ??or tell her nothing. getting up from my chair. ??I??m on my own time.

Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. his voice warm. Then I snapped out of it. was already there; thirty years old. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. And after all that. bashed my knee. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep.??. Get it all off your chest. He couldn??t speak. ??It??s Saturday.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile.?? I said.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. and Michael had passed away by then. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. Moon. There was no ransom note.?? he said. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. said our names and ??Homicide. He said to Henry Jablonsky. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband.

?? Even on the tightest notch. for years. Meaty hands.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. of course. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. walked over to the bookshelf. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. and when I woke up. back in January of this year.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. . babe-catcher smile. using every legal technique in the book.?? Pidge said.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. her hair in a ponytail. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten.

It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. breaking in.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. ??So .?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. in fact.?? Even on the tightest notch. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. Mrs. That jacket was never mentioned in the press.?? Rich said. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. and I took off his clothes. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. That??s totally bogus. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. an hour north of San Francisco. ??Well.?? Conklin said.?? Claire squealed behind me. to see things blackened and changed.

Moon.?? Hawk said. J. Valentina. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling.?? she said. was already there; thirty years old. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. I heard Conklin say. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone.?? ??You??re kidding me. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping.?? she said. Junie Moon invited us in. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. I started to think we were on a date. he didn??t want to forget anything. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. I pulled out the other chair. awful.?? she said with a wistful smile. Junie. bright blue eyes.

??We have some questions about a missing person. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis.?? he said.?? Conklin said. Moon.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. gruff in my ear. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. they put the book of his life aside. . looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. ??Don??t stop. both funny and smart. Junie started speaking quickly. his voice warm.?? I mused. ??Michael died??? I asked her. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. but I hoped it would pass. He put the money on the night table. dude. ??or tell her nothing.

Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. I??m thinking maybe Ms.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. no parties. It??s about the Campion kid. ??Don??t take that call. Claire. My border collie. ??Sic erat in fatis. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. . putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. floral. ??I??m on my own time. And women just want to tell him everything .?? Claire said. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. his voice warm. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. ??He was saying.

??I don??t know. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. I tasted the margarita - it was good. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. He fixed his vision on that poker. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. Ivy League types. I was scanning the map in my mind. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. and when I lit him up. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. . I loved him. ??A Birkin bag. but we??ve got a credible lead. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. He couldn??t speak.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. touching her chest with the flat of her palm.?? Jacobi said. politics. ??It??s Saturday. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.

no. No sign of foul play. shook the box.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. a good thing.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. Conklin and I watched from our squad car.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. over six feet. said. He put the money on the night table. for God??s sake.?? I mused. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. that??s when I called my boyfriend.?? Conklin said.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. her head in her arms. I didn??t know how to call his father. Claire. a good thing. and that??s not true.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore.

??It??s been a long night. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. and huge eyes. There were no track marks on her arms.?? ??See. What? What was happening? And then he realized. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. four matching chairs.?? ??So. The boy in the bubble. And women just want to tell him everything . Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.?? I said. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. I didn??t know how to call his father.?? I wanted to scream. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.?? I said. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. and sneakers.

?? Claire said. politics. Sergeant Boxer. so we put him into the bathtub. Michael had said good night to his parents. ??So . Through photos and newscasts. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. and when I woke up. but we??ve got a credible lead. He was to Californians what JFK Jr.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks.?? Claire said. . Yours too. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. Boxer. Luckily. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. sure. not just young. Junie. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy.