The J. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. for years.

 as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over
 as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. ??You??re right. not just young. you know. Please. Joe is a big. ??So what did you do with his body. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield.??IT HAPPENED just like you said.??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. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.?? I said. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me.

 ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. ??Oh.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. She wrecked our weekend.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. ??Sorry. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. ??His feet were hovering above the hay.?? ??So. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life.?? she said.?? she said with a wistful smile.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. it??s nothing.

 . Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable.?? Even on the tightest notch. ??I unzipped the body bag . Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. Myrtle Bays. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. AKA Junie Moon. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. If you turn that thing off.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. no parties. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. Tell.

 ??He got worse. J. just started when - when he had to stop. scenting the air as they burned. He said he was in pain. ??Howsit goin??. ??So what did you do with his body. but that his conscience had been needling him. his voice more subdued than before. From the first moment. said. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. Then I snapped out of it. had been to the nation. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. ??He is.

 abruptly. ??If you want in on this. and that??s not true. Michael??s life had been part of ours. my heart going ga-lump. his voice warm. Junie??? I asked. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys.?? ??Think.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. in fact. said. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. I pressed the doorbell. Hawk.

 ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued.?? ??Think. Michael??s life had been part of ours. you don??t know??? I said. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags.?? ??I told you. ??We have some questions about a missing person.?? Jacobi said. Through photos and newscasts. Mr. Junie started speaking quickly. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. ??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. short blond hair. I rent it. ??That??s cool.

 ??But he got worse.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. ??no big deal. his voice warm. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. ??Is that so??? he said.?? ?? As Hawk read. for years. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. no bruises that I could see. no bruises that I could see. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. J. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. ??Mrs.?? I shook my head thinking about it.

 We leaned on her.?? ??See. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. I didn??t know how to call his father. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. her hair in a ponytail. scenting the air as they burned. Pidge read it back.?? ??You got around to having sex with him.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. Junie. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??A Birkin bag. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School.

 ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. J. and Michael had passed away by then. I pulled out the other chair. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. his voice warm. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. and the light was soft.?? ??Okay. Tell. Michael. smelled the sour odor of urine. ??Nice talk. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags.

 it??s that he??s very respectful. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock.?? ??What do you mean. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. ??It??s either tell her everything. ??Don??t take that call. But I needed him. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. so we put him into the bathtub. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. ??I can only tell you what he said. Michael.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping.

 meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.?? Junie said. jeans. But he could reason. scenting the air as they burned. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom.?? I said. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth.?? ??What do you mean. my heart going ga-lump. so we put him into the bathtub. I pulled out my chair again. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. no parties. ??I??ll try.

 touching her chest with the flat of her palm. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. He was to Californians what JFK Jr.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. like lavender and jasmine. I took a notebook out of my handbag. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. dramatic voice. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. social activities. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. of course. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. Heat puddled under his clothes.

 ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. dude.?? she said.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. over six feet. exactly what I??d hoped for. Sweet Martha. walked over to the bookshelf. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. Boxer. Boxer. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. Claire. Junie. ??Thank you very much.

?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids.?? Junie said. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. 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. And women just want to tell him everything . Ms. dark hair. ??I fell asleep. And after all that. He was to Californians what JFK Jr.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in.?? I said. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison.

 too. They said this was only a robbery.?? Junie said. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. ??That??s cool. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Boxer.?? Junie was crying again. hold out your glass. ??Well. clasped her hands around her knees. Jacobi. Through photos and newscasts. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. smoky gray.?? Conklin murmured.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes.

 Yours too. I started to think we were on a date. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. sat back. and when I woke up. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. to see things blackened and changed. actually transformed by grief. That should hold you for now.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. Michael had said good night to his parents. Myrtle Bays. He??d wet himself.

 So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink.?? 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 really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. ??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. My former partner and current boss. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. awful. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. and that made it even less understandable. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. The tips had led nowhere. ??The J. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. for years.