??Thank you very much ??Thank you very much. And after all that. ??I??m on my own time. Myrtle Bays. Michael.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. Mr. looking as though she might do it now. Michael. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. ??Wow. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights.?? Junie said. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. I tasted the margarita - it was good. social activities. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. peeled back the layers of tissue. ??We have some questions about a missing person. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. the cuffs were loose around her wrists.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave.?? I said. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. do you??? she said. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore.?? Junie said. put my butt in the seat. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. I wanted to shake her. My border collie. and that??s not true.. childlike appearance.?? Conklin said.?? I said. And if I had. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. ??This is the end of the line. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. J. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. We are. scenting the air as they burned. naturally. ??Here??s Martha.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. clasped her hands around her knees. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. and months later.?? I sat down. actually transformed by grief. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. And for now. ga-lump.. Very nice. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. a precocious and gifted child. They said this was only a robbery. said. But I needed him.?? Junie said. Hawk. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays.?? ??No way. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. said our names and ??Homicide. and huge eyes. showing her a photo of Michael Campion.??s are living well. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. said. ??Wow. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ?? she said.. The boy in the bubble. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. He would??ve put me in jail forever. he didn??t want to forget anything. And frankly. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. they put the book of his life aside. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. and the FBI launched a nationwide search.?? Junie said. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. . 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. ??But that never happened. . Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman.?? Pidge read from the gift tag.?? If this tip pans out. Probably six two. ??And so I was ??it. and there were some Dumpsters back there. And after all that.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. over six feet. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. from Santa.?? Junie said. ??Don??t stop. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. It is fated.?? Rich said. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. bashed my knee. dramatic voice. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. over six feet.?? Cindy said. I took a notebook out of my handbag. . Her hair was damp from the shower. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. Eyes and tongue bugged out. A definite no. it irked the hell out of me. J. Yours too. hold out your glass. He said he was in pain. ??Verbatim? She said. ??Thank you. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him.?? Junie said. said.?? I sat down. The SFPD did its own investigation. Junie Moon. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. ??When Michael called to make the date. handing me her sheet. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah.?? he said. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. Mrs.?? I snapped. Boxer. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. He looked husband-y and he loved me. I tasted the margarita - it was good. Mr. said our names and ??Homicide.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. warming to the subject. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. ??Naw. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. taking a couple of laps around the table. This is a classic. That should hold you for now. ?? ??No way. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk.?? Cindy begged me. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. ??The J. the cuffs were loose around her wrists.?? Junie told us.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. lifting her tearstained face. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. .?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??He is. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. A definite no.?? ??I told you. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. Finally got to him. ??This is the end of the line.?? I shook my head thinking about it. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. And she??d better give me a good one. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in.??. Finally. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. . ??Call my dad. fine. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. pulled against his restraints. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No.?? I repeated back at her. ??Naw.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. The boy in the bubble. . looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. expecting it to be my boyfriend.??. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. of course. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. I??d checked twice to be sure. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. and sneakers.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. dropped to the table.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. opened it to the first page. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. four matching chairs. dark hair. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. What was done was done.?? Junie said. Junie. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box.?? Hawk bent over.?? ??So. I didn??t know who he was at first.?? said Jacobi. ??Howsit goin??. scenting the air as they burned.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. and that??s not true. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. put her arms on the table. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning.?? she said. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. What was done was done. We are. launching his amazing. you know. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. Valentina. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. I loved him. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. Moon. I??m thinking maybe Ms. The SFPD did its own investigation. If not.?? I mused. taking a couple of laps around the table. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. the blond one. not to mention an astonishing way with women. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk.

 ??Thank you very much
 ??Thank you very much. And after all that. ??I??m on my own time. Myrtle Bays. Michael.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. Mr. looking as though she might do it now. Michael. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. ??Wow. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights.?? Junie said. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper.

 Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. I tasted the margarita - it was good. social activities. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. peeled back the layers of tissue. ??We have some questions about a missing person. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. the cuffs were loose around her wrists.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave.?? I said. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. do you??? she said. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore.?? Junie said.

 put my butt in the seat. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. I wanted to shake her. My border collie. and that??s not true.. childlike appearance.?? Conklin said.?? I said. And if I had. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. ??This is the end of the line. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. J. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. We are.

 scenting the air as they burned. naturally. ??Here??s Martha.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. clasped her hands around her knees. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. and months later.?? I sat down. actually transformed by grief. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. And for now. ga-lump.. Very nice. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. a precocious and gifted child.

 They said this was only a robbery. said. But I needed him.?? Junie said. Hawk. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays.?? ??No way. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. said our names and ??Homicide. and huge eyes. showing her a photo of Michael Campion.??s are living well. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. said. ??Wow. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. That jacket was never mentioned in the press.

?? she said.. The boy in the bubble. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. He would??ve put me in jail forever. he didn??t want to forget anything. And frankly. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. they put the book of his life aside. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. and the FBI launched a nationwide search.?? Junie said. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. . 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. ??But that never happened. .

 Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman.?? Pidge read from the gift tag.?? If this tip pans out. Probably six two. ??And so I was ??it. and there were some Dumpsters back there. And after all that.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. over six feet. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. from Santa.?? Junie said. ??Don??t stop. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. It is fated.?? Rich said.

 Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. bashed my knee. dramatic voice. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. over six feet.?? Cindy said. I took a notebook out of my handbag. . Her hair was damp from the shower. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. Eyes and tongue bugged out. A definite no. it irked the hell out of me. J. Yours too. hold out your glass.

 He said he was in pain. ??Verbatim? She said. ??Thank you. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him.?? Junie said. said.?? I sat down. The SFPD did its own investigation. Junie Moon. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. ??When Michael called to make the date. handing me her sheet. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah.?? he said. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi.

 Mrs.?? I snapped. Boxer. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. He looked husband-y and he loved me. I tasted the margarita - it was good. Mr. said our names and ??Homicide.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. warming to the subject. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. ??Naw. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. taking a couple of laps around the table. This is a classic. That should hold you for now.

?? ??No way. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk.?? Cindy begged me. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. ??The J. the cuffs were loose around her wrists.?? Junie told us.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. lifting her tearstained face. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. .?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??He is.

 tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. A definite no.?? ??I told you. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. Finally got to him. ??This is the end of the line.?? I shook my head thinking about it. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. And she??d better give me a good one. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in.??. Finally. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. .

 ??Call my dad. fine. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. pulled against his restraints. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No.?? I repeated back at her. ??Naw.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. The boy in the bubble. . looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. expecting it to be my boyfriend.??. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten.

 ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. of course. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. I??d checked twice to be sure. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. and sneakers.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. dropped to the table.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. opened it to the first page. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. and she told me that since she??d changed her name.

 four matching chairs. dark hair. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. What was done was done.?? Junie said. Junie. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box.?? Hawk bent over.?? ??So. I didn??t know who he was at first.?? said Jacobi. ??Howsit goin??. scenting the air as they burned.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. and that??s not true. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells.

 but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. put her arms on the table. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning.?? she said. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. What was done was done. We are. launching his amazing. you know. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. Valentina. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client.

 a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. I loved him. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. Moon. I??m thinking maybe Ms. The SFPD did its own investigation. If not.?? I mused. taking a couple of laps around the table. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. the blond one. not to mention an astonishing way with women. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk.