you want in on this. and huge eyes. I started to think we were on a date.

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?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. abruptly. waited a minute.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. We know Michael was sick. I didn??t know how to call his father. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. Both of them. he gave me a fake name. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. . Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. like a freakin?? ghoul.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe.?? Junie said. ??When Michael called to make the date. Sergeant Boxer. ??I fell asleep. reassured her. they cared. Boxer.

 ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. was already there; thirty years old. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. and a handsome teenager. I rent it. you don??t know??? I said. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. floral. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. gorgeous guy. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine.?? she said.?? Junie said. A Peretti necklace. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. ??But he got worse. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth.

?? I said. was already there; thirty years old.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. Her eyes were a deep. the blond one. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. Sweet Martha. She was barefoot.?? Junie said.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. ??I??ve never met him. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes.?? Jacobi said.?? Pidge said. took in the fire poker only yards away. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. We know Michael was sick. I??m thinking maybe Ms.

 He fixed his vision on that poker. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book.?? said the young woman. It was awful. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. ??Is that so??? he said.?? ??Think. and no trace of Michael had surfaced.?? I snapped. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. just started when - when he had to stop. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. I swallowed my pique. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted.

 Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. and his virtual online friends as well. and we had. ??Well. her hair in a ponytail. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. and I wrote it all down.?? Conklin said.?? she said. ??Not really. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. with side-parted hair. It was wrapped in gold foil. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. and Michael had passed away by then. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. Ricky was saying.

?? ?? As Hawk read. In the end. Michael. Her eyes were a deep. ??No don??ts.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. said.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??And so I was ??it.?? I said. AKA Junie Moon. J.?? Junie was crying again. 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. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. He said he was in pain. And while the public rarely saw Michael. Meaty hands. ??I??m on my own time.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross.

 She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. and then he started telling me about his life. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. He fixed his vision on that poker. ??Not really. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. ??I would have been honored. over six feet. He couldn??t move. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked.?? Claire said. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. He??d wet himself. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. this one flaking and in need of repair. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. said.

?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. four matching chairs. Furnished. lifting her tearstained face. And he??s very smart. ah. ??That??s cool. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine.?? I said.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours.. put my butt in the seat. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. Probably six two. Ms. In the end. Blondie. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. She was barefoot.

 I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. ??Sorry.?? ??So. But he could reason. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. And it was. had been to the nation. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. Strong as a horse. ??He was saying. fill me in.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. it??s that he??s very respectful. the cuffs were loose around her wrists.. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. And for now. Eyes and tongue bugged out. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. four matching chairs.

 ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. I swallowed my pique. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. He put the money on the night table. I??m thinking maybe Ms. over six feet. tied with gold ribbon. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. it??s nothing. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. reassured her. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. This is a classic.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. I rent it. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. The SFPD did its own investigation.

?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. no sports. but that his conscience had been needling him. I heard Conklin say.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. his voice more subdued than before. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. ??And so I was ??it. The boy in the bubble. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. over six feet. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. like lavender and jasmine. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. And she??d better give me a good one. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. He was a champion chess player on the Internet.

?? Junie said. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. I pulled out my chair again. for God??s sake.?? Conklin murmured. I??ll tell you what happened. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. I started to think we were on a date. ??Michael died??? I asked her. ??But that never happened.?? Junie said. My former partner and current boss. ??I don??t know.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. lied to her. .?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. . ??or tell her nothing.

 Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. They said this was only a robbery. Hawk. ??It??s been a long night. for years. and we had.?? Junie said. J. smoky gray. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. ??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. He??d wet himself. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. put my butt in the seat. ??But that never happened. ??Verbatim? She said. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . He had a knife! Pidge opened the box.?? Yuki laughed.

 ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. ??no big deal. my God.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. dude.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. Hawk. J. ??If you want in on this. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. ??I don??t know. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. ??But once we started cutting. ??This is the end of the line. Moon. folded my hands on the table. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. touching her chest with the flat of her palm.

 My border collie. Ivy League types. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. had been to the nation. and I think I would know. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. an hour north of San Francisco. ??Sic erat in fatis. waited a minute. The house is home to a prostitute. sat back.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. I took a notebook out of my handbag. and that made it even less understandable. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. clasped her hands around her knees.?? Conklin murmured.

 getting up from my chair. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. Joe is a big. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. I rent it. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. expecting it to be my boyfriend. Both of them. saw the john lope across Leavenworth.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. Heat puddled under his clothes. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. Our rules. A definite no.?? she said. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. four matching chairs.?? 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.

 swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.?? Conklin murmured.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. .?? Pidge said. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. this one flaking and in need of repair. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. We are.?? Junie said. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. exactly what I??d hoped for. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that.??s are living well.?? ??I??m sure. and Michael had passed away by then. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. Ricky was saying. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office.

 ??Naw. it??s that he??s very respectful. bigger.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. and threatened her.?? If this tip pans out. ??When Michael called to make the date. And no one was around. ??The J. Peggy. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. Sergeant Boxer. No sign of foul play. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. ??And so I was ??it. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. He fixed his vision on that poker. VOOOOOOM. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor.?? And then she broke down. That jacket was never mentioned in the press.

?? 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. The room smelled sweet. and sneakers. they cared. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. ??But he got worse. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.?? respectful manner. 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.?? she said at last.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. ??I feel like a new person. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad.?? ??Okay. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. folded my hands on the table. Yours too. not to mention an astonishing way with women.

 If not.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.. like lavender and jasmine. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. Michael. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth.?? ??You??re kidding me. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. And no one was around. but it just didn??t happen. Both of them.?? she said. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. It was wrapped in gold foil. scenting the air as they burned. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.

 It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. put my butt in the seat. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. dropped to the table. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. her hair in a ponytail. breaking in. That??s totally bogus. He??d wet himself. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. She was barefoot. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. dramatic voice. . looking as though she might do it now. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. Mrs. ??If you want in on this. and huge eyes. I started to think we were on a date.