I repeated back at her. ??I feel like a new person.

 Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved
 Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. exactly what I??d hoped for. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. Our rules. . and that??s not true. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. ??Here??s Martha. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. Ivy League types. it??s nothing. you don??t know??? I said. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. no parties. I leaned forward. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared.

?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. ??But once we started cutting.?? I said.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for.?? Junie said. The SFPD did its own investigation. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page.?? Claire squealed behind me. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. 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. Richard Conklin. And frankly. dark hair. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. I loved him. Levitation into a body bag.

 thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. Probably six two.?? I said. ??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. was already there; thirty years old. smoky gray. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. Blond. Junie Moon. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. . Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill.?? Jacobi said. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids.?? Junie said. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. he didn??t want to forget anything. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. floral.

 hold out your glass. He??d been a darling baby. fine. wildfires. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. . The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. ??The J. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. He said that he was a virgin. Maybe a little more. ??Here??s Martha. What? What was happening? And then he realized. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. As Jablonsky watched. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop.?? she said at last.

 I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. ??When Michael called to make the date. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page.?? Rich said. Ricky was saying. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. J.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. ??Sic erat in fatis. peeled back the layers of tissue. My partner.?? ?? As Hawk read. scenting the air as they burned. ??I??m on my own time. exactly what I??d hoped for.??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. We know Michael was sick. and Michael had passed away by then.

 ??He was really nervous. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. ??Don??t take that call. Sweet Martha. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. you know. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. 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. back in January of this year. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. And women just want to tell him everything . as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. Conklin passed her the box of tissues.?? ??No way. ??Nice place.?? ??So. and that??s not true.

 ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. peeled back the layers of tissue. ??And it pissed me off. and the Jensen salad tongs. J. calling out titles. ??Michael died??? I asked her. My border collie. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune.??IT HAPPENED just like you said.. ??Not really. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. ??It has to be a mistake. ??It??s a tip kind of lead.?? I wanted to scream.?? ??So.

 This is a classic. calling out titles. this one flaking and in need of repair. ??That??s cool.?? ??No way. jeans. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.?? she said. Michael??s life had been part of ours.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. a precocious and gifted child. But I needed him. and Michael was their adored poster boy. getting up from my chair. Boxer. not just young. and the light was soft. I started to think we were on a date.

 It was like five in the morning. and then she went on.??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. ??To Peggy. We know Michael was sick. 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. there was no way back. it irked the hell out of me. Hawk. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. expecting it to be my boyfriend.?? Yuki laughed. Jacobi was saying. ??And so I was ??it. ah.?? Claire was saying. ??I??m on my own time. I??m thinking maybe Ms. his voice more subdued than before.

?? she said. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. She wrecked our weekend. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. And women just want to tell him everything . so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. ??Not really.?? I said. Pidge read it back. Both of them. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. handing me her sheet.?? Junie said. Ms.?? I said. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine.

 saw the john lope across Leavenworth. Junie started speaking quickly. ??So . in fact. We made her feel safe. ??He was saying. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. Finally got to him. I didn??t know how to call his father.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. and I took off his clothes. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. What was done was done. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. I rent it. Her voice matched her appearance. ??That??s cool. I offered him a drink.

?? Conklin said. ??Don??t stop.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. and I can??t take this anymore. and a handsome teenager. because Michael never left your house. and Michael was their adored poster boy. ??Well. because Michael never left your house. took in the fire poker only yards away. a good thing.?? Junie was crying again. expecting it to be my boyfriend. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping.?? said Jacobi. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. he gave me a fake name.?? ??Okay.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s.

 He said that he was a virgin. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. I rent it.?? ??So. I wanted to shake her. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. Moon. ??Michael died??? I asked her. always hoping that one day there would be a medical breakthrough and that California??s ??Boy with a Broken Heart?? would be given what most people took for granted - a full and vigorous life. isn??t it??? ??That??s right.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. hold out your glass. And if I had. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that.

 ??or tell her nothing. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. no parties. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. Her voice matched her appearance. He was super real.?? I glanced at the caller ID. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. And he??s very smart. It was like five in the morning. Junie. That should hold you for now. ??I unzipped the body bag . a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table.?? Yuki laughed.

 waited a minute. social activities. tied with gold ribbon. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. you don??t know??? I said. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. hold out your glass. I wanted to shake her. Junie Moon. not to mention an astonishing way with women. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. opened it to the first page. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office.?? Junie said. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. touching her chest with the flat of her palm.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window.?? Jacobi said. dude.

 like a freakin?? ghoul. my God. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. awful. Valentina. and threatened her.?? Claire said. and then she went on. I swallowed my pique. Finally got to him. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. ??It has to be a mistake. for years. Michael had said good night to his parents. ??Junie. And women just want to tell him everything . from Santa.?? I wanted to scream.

?? I snapped. As his taillights disappeared around the corner.?? she said. ??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. put her arms on the table. A few old guys lifted their eyes. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. and Michael was their adored poster boy. Both of them. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. I loved him. Ricky was saying. I tasted the margarita - it was good.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. .?? ??I told you. Junie started speaking quickly.

 and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book.?? I glanced at the caller ID. but I hoped it would pass. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. smoky gray. there was no way back. And he??s very smart. social activities. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. dramatic voice. pulled against his restraints.?? I snapped. But he could reason. He fixed his vision on that poker. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. Her eyes were a deep.

?? Conklin said.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. ??I unzipped the body bag . and when I woke up. Blond.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. I??m thinking maybe Ms. and the light was soft. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. and that made it even less understandable. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. peeled back the layers of tissue.?? I said. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. expecting it to be my boyfriend.?? I repeated back at her. ??I feel like a new person.