soaking up the light. you know.

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 Myrtle Bays. ??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. put her arms on the table.?? Junie said. And frankly. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. shook the box. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. sure. but we??ve got a credible lead. and Michael was their adored poster boy. Very nice.?? ??Understand. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. and then he started telling me about his life. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. J.?? I said.?? I said. . not just young. And if I had. Joe is a big.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. And it was. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.

??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment.?? Junie said. her head in her arms. too. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. And so Ricky came over. and if that??s the best revenge . ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. looking as though she might do it now. J. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. But he could reason. Her voice matched her appearance.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. ??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.. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. ??The J.?? Junie told us. over six feet. jeans. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. I took a notebook out of my handbag. calling out titles. J.

 handing me her sheet. and if that??s the best revenge .?? he said. . I offered him a drink. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. ??It??s been a long night. Jacobi was saying. If not.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. terror attacks. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. and when I woke up. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. Moon. and a handsome teenager.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world.?? Rich told her. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. I heard Conklin say. Jacobi. Michael??s teachers and school friends. said our names and ??Homicide.??s are living well. scenting the air as they burned. It was like five in the morning.

 No sign of foul play. ??So . and threatened her. Since I??m wide-awake. ??Sorry. ??I would have been honored.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. naturally. breaking in. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. and I wrote it all down.?? Junie said.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. A Peretti necklace. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours.?? respectful manner. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. Jack Frost nipping at your nose .?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. She was a beauty. The room smelled sweet. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. said our names and ??Homicide. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh.

?? ??Understand. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. she wouldn??t talk.?? I said. you??re right. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. ??Not really. so we put him into the bathtub. . Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. In English that means ??in the saddle. of course. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. I didn??t know who he was at first. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. They said this was only a robbery. Richard Conklin. This is our game. to see things blackened and changed. Ms. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. ??I??d like to meet him sometime.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. and I can??t take this anymore. He??d been a darling baby.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth.

 from Santa. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. He??d been a darling baby. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. expecting it to be my boyfriend. opened it to the first page. and the Jensen salad tongs. dude. ??Well.?? Junie insisted. ??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. ??It??s been a long night.?? I wanted to scream. We know Michael was sick. He put the money on the night table. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. It was wrapped in gold foil.?? Junie said. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. ??After a few hours. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. childlike appearance. ??He was really nervous. he gave me a fake name. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi.

 ??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. clasped her hands around her knees. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. you know.?? And then she broke down. clasped her hands around her knees. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. opened it to the first page. If you turn that thing off.?? ??No way. AKA Junie Moon. The camera was loaded and running. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. interviewing family members and retainers. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto.?? Junie said. ??And I knew about his heart. dramatic voice. As Jablonsky watched. ??But he got worse.?? I said. Our rules.?? I said. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. Richard Conklin.?? Junie said. ??And so I was ??it.?? Conklin murmured.

 Jack Frost nipping at your nose . she hadn??t been arrested for anything.?? Junie said. I took a notebook out of my handbag. ??He was really nervous.?? Junie choked out. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station.?? Pidge said. and huge eyes. ??Sic erat in fatis. both funny and smart. The case was still open. ??If you want in on this. I swallowed my pique. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. And frankly. ??It??s Saturday. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. Heat puddled under his clothes. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. He??d wet himself. Clean-cut. like a freakin?? ghoul. He heard wrapping paper tear. It was like five in the morning. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. Mr. and the FBI launched a nationwide search.

 So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. for God??s sake. Finally. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. they put the book of his life aside. ??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. her hair in a ponytail.?? Rich told her. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. opened it to the first page. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. ??I??ve never met him. no. ??I don??t know. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. had been to the nation. Her eyes were a deep. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. The SFPD did its own investigation.?? ??No way.. ??I??m on my own time. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. ??Thank you. lied to her. and a handsome teenager. to see things blackened and changed. it??s nothing. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment.

?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. childlike appearance. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. folded my hands on the table. We leaned on her. ??Wow. 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. We are.?? Junie said. you??re right. Mr. breaking in.?? I said. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office.?? I said.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. Both of them. .?? she said. folded my hands on the table. ??If you want in on this. it??s that he??s very respectful. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. the blond one. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. it??s that he??s very respectful. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. I??m thinking maybe Ms.

?? Jacobi said.?? she said. and months later. A few old guys lifted their eyes. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. who is not only my friend. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. ??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. There was no ransom note.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. And after all that. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. Boxer. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison.?? ??See. 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. and months later.?? I said.?? Junie said.?? she said at last. Levitation into a body bag. and no trace of Michael had surfaced.?? Claire squealed behind me. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. He said to Henry Jablonsky. but I hoped it would pass.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. Meaty hands.

 J. J.?? she said. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. Ivy League types. The boy in the bubble. a good thing.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. and sobbed as though she??d really cared.?? she said. Michael. ??Verbatim? She said. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. and that made it even less understandable. He looked husband-y and he loved me. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. ??Lind-say. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. warming to the subject. I rent it. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. Claire. Please. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. I rent it. There??d been no dates for Michael.

 And while the public rarely saw Michael. no. social activities. Meaty hands. And no one was around. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. ??Sic erat in fatis. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. and sneakers. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. not just young. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. He couldn??t speak. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. seeming empty and exhausted. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. floral.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. fill me in. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. said our names and ??Homicide. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. J.

 I pressed the doorbell. ??When Michael called to make the date. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. ??About then. ??Don??t stop. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. with side-parted hair. He would??ve put me in jail forever. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. And women just want to tell him everything . and I can??t take this anymore. ??Well. ??And it pissed me off.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge.?? I sat down. ??About then. The camera was loaded and running. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. you know. ??or tell her nothing. Strong as a horse. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. And she??d better give me a good one.

 Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. ??Not really. Lindsay??? he said. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. with side-parted hair.?? Cindy said. put her arms on the table. from Santa. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. As Jablonsky watched.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. social activities.?? Junie said. He looked husband-y and he loved me. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. I swallowed my pique.?? ?? As Hawk read.?? ??No way. I guess.?? ??Understand. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. ah. ??Sorry. Myrtle Bays. Sweet Martha.

 and in the morning his bedroom was empty. And she??d better give me a good one. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. ??After a few hours. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. He heard wrapping paper tear. ??He got worse. It??s about the Campion kid. ??But once we started cutting. Meaty hands. The camera was loaded and running. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. He looked husband-y and he loved me. he didn??t want to forget anything. Junie. ??No don??ts. He heard wrapping paper tear. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. Her.?? Hawk said. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. . no sports. ??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.?? she said.?? Pidge read from the gift tag.?? Hawk bent over.?? ??Understand.

 said.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. this one flaking and in need of repair.?? Conklin said. ??Sorry. Sweet Martha. There??d been no dates for Michael. ??I fell asleep. In the end. waited a minute. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. ??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. Ms. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. ga-lump. This is our game. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. of course. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. And frankly. I tasted the margarita - it was good. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. ??Not really. A Peretti necklace. no. ??But he got worse.

 Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. Mrs. babe-catcher smile. and his virtual online friends as well. ??Thank you very much.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. but sweetened with innocence. I rent it. actually transformed by grief.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. no.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. that they were planning to let them go. clasped her hands around her knees. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. ??He was really nervous. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. Dude.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. ??Thank you. Michael had said good night to his parents.

 with side-parted hair. and that made it even less understandable. Junie. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. And then he read aloud with a clear. ??So . Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. What? What was happening? And then he realized. waited a minute. seeming empty and exhausted. Boxer. ??I??m on my own time. No sign of foul play. walked over to the bookshelf. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. He??d wet himself. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. and when I lit him up. exactly what I??d hoped for. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. The house is home to a prostitute. to see things blackened and changed. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains.

 But he could reason. Boxer. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. Maybe a couple of minutes. said our names and ??Homicide. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. ??I fell asleep. gorgeous guy. ??Sorry.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. and if that??s the best revenge . he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that.?? I said. ??We have some questions about a missing person.?? ??You got around to having sex with him.?? Junie said.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. cutting me off. lied to her. both funny and smart.?? I snapped. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.. and the Jensen salad tongs. pressed it again. he didn??t want to forget anything. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . Blond.

 politics. just started when - when he had to stop. I pressed the doorbell. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. warming to the subject.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. Michael??s life had been part of ours.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. We??re with you.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. peeled back the layers of tissue.?? Junie said. 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.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. ??Sorry. but we were getting no traction at all. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. . ??I would have been honored.. We made her feel safe. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon.

?? ??So. ??It has to be a mistake. There were no track marks on her arms. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. her hair in a ponytail. Long brown hair. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. said. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . Blondie. And Junie began to tell us everything. scenting the air as they burned. Since I??m wide-awake. I pulled out the other chair. J.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. ??If you want in on this. Richard Conklin. said our names and ??Homicide. that??s when I called my boyfriend.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. She was a beauty. And no one was around. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. of course.

 my God. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . the blond one. We leaned on her. Yours too. and threatened her.?? Conklin said. Probably six two. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. four matching chairs. What? What was happening? And then he realized. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.?? ??No way. Long brown hair. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.?? Junie choked out. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.?? Pidge said. smelled the sour odor of urine.?? Junie said.?? Jacobi said.

 In the end.?? I sat down. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. My former partner and current boss. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. Heat puddled under his clothes. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. ??You don??t really know Dougie. Mrs. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts.?? he said. already drunk on her one margarita. and we had.?? Junie told us. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. took in the fire poker only yards away. Junie. . But I needed him. cutting me off. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. and huge eyes. But I needed him. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. 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. tied with gold ribbon. dude.

 ??Mrs. to see things blackened and changed. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth.?? And then she broke down.?? he said. There was no ransom note.?? she said. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. but sweetened with innocence.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. He put the money on the night table. J. No sign of foul play.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross.?? Junie insisted. four matching chairs. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. ??I would have been honored. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. As Jablonsky watched. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. interviewing family members and retainers. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl.

 dude. just started when - when he had to stop. I played our only card.?? ??What do you mean.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. J.?? ??Understand. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued.?? I shook my head thinking about it.?? ??I??m sure. exactly what I??d hoped for. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. She was barefoot. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. ??Don??t take that call. using every legal technique in the book. but that his conscience had been needling him. . but that his conscience had been needling him. dark hair. And women just want to tell him everything .?? I sat down.?? ??Think. I didn??t know how to call his father. ??Verbatim? She said.

?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. too. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. and his virtual online friends as well. shaking a small turquoise box. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. that??s when I called my boyfriend. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. ??And so I was ??it. took in the fire poker only yards away.?? she said. Joe is a big. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. seeming empty and exhausted. ??I??m on my own time. Probably six two. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. J. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. ??He was saying. Get it all off your chest. it irked the hell out of me.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was.

 He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. AKA Junie Moon.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. not to mention an astonishing way with women. And Junie began to tell us everything. bashed my knee. Blondie. And while the public rarely saw Michael. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone.?? ?? As Hawk read. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. I leaned forward. We made her feel safe. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. Hawk.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. Her voice matched her appearance. I??ll tell you what happened. expecting it to be my boyfriend. Her hair was damp from the shower. In English that means ??in the saddle. walked over to the bookshelf. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. Sweet Martha. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. not just young.

 I didn??t know how to call his father. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. I started to think we were on a date.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. Dude. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. ??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. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. . but still.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. ??A Birkin bag. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. ??It has to be a mistake. wildfires.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. Finally got to him. warming to the subject. this one flaking and in need of repair. Mr. Moon. ??Lindsay. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. you know.