Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.

 childlike appearance
 childlike appearance. ??Thank you very much. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. ??Well. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. He fixed his vision on that poker. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. We??re with you. said. too. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. the blond one. getting up from my chair.. . with side-parted hair. too. Boxer. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. walked over to the bookshelf. Sergeant Boxer. My partner. and I wrote it all down. ??Howsit goin??. He put the money on the night table. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked.

 but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. you know. Long brown hair. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. No sign of foul play. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. Junie started speaking quickly. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. ??I fell asleep. He would??ve put me in jail forever. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. Michael??s life had been part of ours. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. ??I??ve never met him. I pulled out the other chair. ??No don??ts. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. and threatened her. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. A few old guys lifted their eyes. Junie Moon invited us in. a good thing. There was no ransom note. In English that means ??in the saddle. ??Verbatim? She said. seeming empty and exhausted. a precocious and gifted child. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable.

?? said Jacobi. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. short blond hair. six feet two inches of all-American hunk.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. no sports. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. VOOOOOOM. gruff in my ear.?? Rich said. childlike appearance. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. Junie Moon. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion.?? I wanted to scream. . Meaty hands. Boxer. shook the box.?? I repeated back at her. ??We have some questions about a missing person. said our names and ??Homicide. Her hair was damp from the shower. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream.

 did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. to see things blackened and changed. ??You??re right. ??Not really. and that??s not true. And while the public rarely saw Michael. do you??? she said. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. her hair in a ponytail. waited a minute. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official.?? I wanted to scream. actually transformed by grief.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. they cared.?? I shook my head thinking about it.?? Junie said.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. Junie??? I asked. and then he started telling me about his life.?? she said. floral.?? I mused. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. I swallowed my pique.

 because Michael never left your house. from Santa. Mrs. and while the public would never forget him. Get it all off your chest.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. ??We have some questions about a missing person. Her hair was damp from the shower. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. He couldn??t speak. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo.?? Rich said. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. ??Here??s Martha. ??And I knew about his heart. naturally. Boxer. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School.. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk.?? I said. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. Eyes and tongue bugged out. But it didn??t matter. clasped her hands around her knees. ??no big deal. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. and the light was soft.

 Peggy. The case was still open. man. ??I can only tell you what he said.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. J. .?? respectful manner. What? What was happening? And then he realized. both funny and smart. ??He got worse. The boy in the bubble.?? Conklin said. but everyone assumed the worst. We??re with you. Then I snapped out of it. Hawk. In the end. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. but everyone assumed the worst.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. And she??d better give me a good one.

 And then he read aloud with a clear. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. Sweet Martha. no makeup. And then he read aloud with a clear. It was awful. ??I don??t know. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. ??Take your time. Joe is a big. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office.. Junie Moon. ??Sure. but it just didn??t happen. calling out titles. using every legal technique in the book.?? Jacobi said.?? she was telling Conklin. it??s that he??s very respectful. Junie. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. seeming empty and exhausted.

 And then he read aloud with a clear. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. my heart going ga-lump. And it was.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. ??Well. Her.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. Ms. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights.?? she said at last. man. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. no parties. in fact. A Peretti necklace. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. pressed it again. you know.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. ??Oh.?? If this tip pans out. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. Maybe a couple of minutes. of course. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells.

 Through photos and newscasts. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. his voice more subdued than before. It was awful. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. He couldn??t move. and the light was soft. And so Ricky came over. . and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Joe is a big. gorgeous guy. said. getting up from my chair. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. Meaty hands. Moon. ??Junie. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. it??s nothing. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. He looked husband-y and he loved me.

 but that his conscience had been needling him. bashed my knee. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. shaking a small turquoise box. ??Sure. ??Sic erat in fatis. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife.??.?? If this tip pans out. This is a classic. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. I rent it. Junie. Junie Moon invited us in.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. back in January of this year. waited a minute. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. Moon. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. Valentina. He would??ve put me in jail forever. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. you don??t know??? I said.

?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. ??I??m on my own time. Junie Moon. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe.?? Junie said.?? Junie said.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. touching her chest with the flat of her palm.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. I??m thinking maybe Ms. put her arms on the table. like lavender and jasmine. you don??t know??? I said. she wouldn??t talk.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. I didn??t know who he was at first. Hawk. ??Sure. but he said no. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. ??He was really nervous. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. He couldn??t speak.?? Junie told us. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi.

 ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. social activities. not to mention an astonishing way with women. had been to the nation. I started to think we were on a date. and while the public would never forget him. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. J. and she told me that since she??d changed her name.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. ??I fell asleep. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. We know Michael was sick. ??Michael died??? I asked her..?? she was telling Conklin.??s are living well. ??Here??s Martha. We made her feel safe. lifting her tearstained face. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. his voice more subdued than before. ??I??ve never met him. Peg.?? I said. bashed my knee. had been to the nation. and the light was soft. both funny and smart.

 ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. sure. this one flaking and in need of repair. sat back. no bruises that I could see. In English that means ??in the saddle. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. who is not only my friend. that??s when I called my boyfriend. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave.?? Junie said.?? I said. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. social activities.?? respectful manner. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. the cuffs were loose around her wrists.?? Conklin said. ??Naw. Michael??s life had been part of ours. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. no sports. who is not only my friend. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing.

 Finally. That should hold you for now. God.?? Junie said.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. Ivy League types. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. And frankly. lied to her. A definite no. and that??s not true. It??s about the Campion kid. and huge eyes. He??d wet himself. gruff in my ear. ??About then.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. I played our only card. . It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. I was scanning the map in my mind. Sergeant Boxer. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. Mr.??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. ??I??ve never met him. waited a minute. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room.

 ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question.. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. She was barefoot. I wanted to shake her. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. Michael??s life had been part of ours.?? she said.?? Claire said. My former partner and current boss. But it didn??t matter. Junie Moon invited us in. he gave me a fake name.?? Claire said. 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. Maybe a little more. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. you know. We??re with you.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. Sweet Martha. Boxer. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. Sergeant Boxer. And if I had.?? Junie was crying again. ??Nice talk.

 Ricky was saying.?? Junie choked out. If you turn that thing off. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. hold out your glass. Heat puddled under his clothes. ??That??s cool. from Santa. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. ??Is that so??? he said. We??re with you. There were no track marks on her arms.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. ??Sic erat in fatis.?? he said. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. I started to think we were on a date. Levitation into a body bag. my God. exactly what I??d hoped for. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. bashed my knee. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. ??I don??t know. ??I feel like a new person.?? Junie insisted.

 Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. He said to Henry Jablonsky. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.?? I shook my head thinking about it. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair.?? I mused.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. ah. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. exactly what I??d hoped for. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. cutting me off. childlike appearance.?? he said.?? he said. do you??? she said. launching his amazing. not just young. and sneakers. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. ??I can only tell you what he said.?? Claire squealed behind me.?? And then she broke down. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. because Michael never left your house. in fact.

 Pidge. with side-parted hair. no bruises that I could see.?? she was telling Conklin. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. and sneakers. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. In the end. ??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. I peed my pants.?? Junie said. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. He was super real. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. Mr. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. ??I??m on my own time. breaking in. ??To Peggy. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk.

 That should hold you for now. In English that means ??in the saddle. 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. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.?? she said at last. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. Mrs.?? Hawk said. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. Peggy pleaded with Hawk.??. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. ??Not really. do you??? she said.?? I wanted to scream. dropped to the table. Heat puddled under his clothes. but we??ve got a credible lead. It was like five in the morning. That should hold you for now. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute.

?? Junie said. The case was still open. ??or tell her nothing. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. short blond hair. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. he didn??t want to forget anything. and Michael was their adored poster boy. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers.??s are living well. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back.?? ??See. who is not only my friend. just started when - when he had to stop. walked over to the bookshelf. He looked husband-y and he loved me. ??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. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. And women just want to tell him everything . gorgeous guy. Probably six two. Sergeant Boxer. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really.?? If this tip pans out. She was a beauty. ??we??re not blaming you for anything.?? Claire said.

 He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. Boxer. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. ??Mrs.?? Conklin said. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. 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. exactly what I??d hoped for. Eyes and tongue bugged out. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing.?? Claire said.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours.?? If this tip pans out.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights.?? Junie said. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. ??or tell her nothing. then patted her damp cheek. Junie Moon invited us in. Boxer. No sign of foul play. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. a precocious and gifted child. ??Naw.

 ??Thank you. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. Please. Maybe a couple of minutes. ??Take your time. I pressed the doorbell. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive.?? Junie said. A Peretti necklace. And no one was around. Blondie. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. jeans. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again.?? ??No way. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. sure. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. ??Is that so??? he said. Her voice matched her appearance. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. Junie. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. both funny and smart. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No.

 just started when - when he had to stop. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. wildfires. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. ??He is. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet..WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. over six feet. Maybe a couple of minutes. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. ??It??s either tell her everything.?? Junie said. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. ??I??ve never met him. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. I wanted to shake her. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. Junie. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree.

 social activities. do you??? she said. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. looking as though she might do it now. Mr. We leaned on her. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.?? she said. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. she wouldn??t talk. And frankly. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. There??d been no dates for Michael. Mr. they put the book of his life aside. floral. From the first moment. launching his amazing. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your.?? I said. looking as though she might do it now.?? ??What do you mean. My border collie.?? Junie said. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk.

. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. said our names and ??Homicide. had been to the nation. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. her head in her arms.?? Junie choked out. Heat puddled under his clothes. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. Hawk. no. ??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. Joe is a big. ??Well. I??d checked twice to be sure. J. 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.?? ??What do you mean. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. and Michael was their adored poster boy. but we were getting no traction at all.?? Conklin said. for God??s sake.?? Cindy begged me. AKA Junie Moon. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi.

 ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. Dude.?? I said.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. ??But once we started cutting. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. ??A Birkin bag. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. . interviewing family members and retainers. Maybe a little more. Valentina. And she??d better give me a good one. put her arms on the table. My border collie.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. I offered him a drink. ??Thank you very much.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. put her arms on the table. He was a champion chess player on the Internet.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. Ivy League types. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. Joe. ??The J. Richard Conklin. I believed what she said at first.

 So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. ??Go on. his voice warm.?? said the young woman.?? Jacobi said. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. We??re with you. It??s about the Campion kid. Boxer. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. it??s that he??s very respectful. and I can??t take this anymore. As Jablonsky watched. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. Boxer. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. What? What was happening? And then he realized. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. took in the fire poker only yards away. floral. He??d wet himself. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . and I think I would know.?? Pidge said. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper.?? Rich told her.

 The SFPD did its own investigation. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. Finally got to him. It was wrapped in gold foil. J. Ricky was saying. a precocious and gifted child.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. ??we??re not blaming you for anything.?? 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. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. And he??s very smart. Probably six two. and I took off his clothes. And after all that. I??ll tell you what happened. and when I lit him up. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. making a racket with it. . Tell. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk.?? Junie told us.?? she said with a wistful smile. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. I wanted to shake her. Mrs.

 It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. Long brown hair. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. and I think I would know. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. I played our only card. He said that he was a virgin. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. dark hair. he didn??t want to forget anything. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. back in January of this year.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. ??Michael died??? I asked her. That jacket was never mentioned in the press.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. It was awful. and we had. fine. a good thing. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him.?? Hawk bent over. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.