subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend.

 I didn??t know who he was at first
 I didn??t know who he was at first. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. and then he started telling me about his life. ??He got worse. terror attacks.?? but I couldn??t move. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. That??s totally bogus. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. ??Not really. Finally. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. clasped her hands around her knees. A few old guys lifted their eyes.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. exactly what I??d hoped for. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth.?? 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. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. ??Howsit goin??. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.

 and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. calling out titles. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. VOOOOOOM. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. no bruises that I could see.?? I sat down. Boxer. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. Mrs. put my butt in the seat. that??s when I called my boyfriend. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. I rent it. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. The room smelled sweet.?? Rich told her.?? she said with a wistful smile. over six feet. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no.

?? Cindy begged me.?? but I couldn??t move. jeans. her voice trembling just a bit. ??You don??t really know Dougie. J. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. I rent it. ??Nice place. That??s totally bogus. I??ll tell you what happened. . reassured her. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. Michael??s teachers and school friends. . isn??t it??? ??That??s right. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. Ricky was saying. My border collie. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. ??To Peggy. . ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. put her arms on the table.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. and huge eyes.

 J. VOOOOOOM.?? I sat down. pulled against his restraints.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. the blond one. But I needed him.?? Rich said. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. calling out titles. ??That??s cool. I pulled out my chair again. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. interviewing family members and retainers.?? ??So.?? I shook my head thinking about it. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him.?? she said. ??Sure. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. I wanted to shake her. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. hold out your glass. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. he gave me a fake name.

 and there were some Dumpsters back there. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. put my butt in the seat. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. . The SFPD did its own investigation.?? Hawk bent over. What? What was happening? And then he realized. And he??s very smart. Jack Frost nipping at your nose .?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. walked over to the bookshelf. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. ??It??s a tip kind of lead.?? I said. Maybe a couple of minutes.?? she said. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. ??When Michael called to make the date.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. Probably six two. naturally. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. I??d checked twice to be sure. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. ??Take your time. Michael??s teachers and school friends.

 knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. In English that means ??in the saddle. Very nice. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched.?? I mused. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. six feet two inches of all-American hunk.?? I said. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly.?? but I couldn??t move.?? Claire squealed behind me.. shaking her head at the memory.?? ??You got around to having sex with him.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. J. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. ??Naw. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. I loved him. shaking a small turquoise box. from Santa.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin.

 ??I can only tell you what he said.?? he said. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. no. actually transformed by grief.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. Jacobi was saying.?? I mused. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. four matching chairs.?? Rich said. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. pressed it again. and then she went on.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. because Michael never left your house. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. The case was still open. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. Meaty hands. my heart going ga-lump. Jacobi.?? I said. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. ??That??s cool.

 And frankly. Maybe a couple of minutes. lied to her. My partner. I??ll tell you what happened.??. As Jablonsky watched. calling out titles. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. ??Naw. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. VOOOOOOM. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. not to mention an astonishing way with women.?? but I couldn??t move. ??You don??t really know Dougie. I was scanning the map in my mind. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. just started when - when he had to stop. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look.

 ??To Peggy. . Christ. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. that??s when I called my boyfriend. but it just didn??t happen. As his taillights disappeared around the corner.?? ??So. short blond hair. Jacobi. and I wrote it all down. He put the money on the night table.?? Hawk bent over.?? ??Okay.?? Conklin said. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. her hair in a ponytail. touching her chest with the flat of her palm.?? ??So. back in January of this year. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. you know. ??Here??s Martha. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. Ricky was saying.

 it??s nothing. Myrtle Bays. Finally got to him. ??To Peggy. ??To Peggy. As Jablonsky watched. no. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. smoky gray. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. ??And it pissed me off. then patted her damp cheek. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. ??Take your time.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. Junie started speaking quickly. Junie started speaking quickly. What? What was happening? And then he realized. . and his virtual online friends as well. And no one was around. Junie Moon invited us in. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. ??I can only tell you what he said. scenting the air as they burned.

 Her voice matched her appearance. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk.?? Junie said.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. Get it all off your chest. In English that means ??in the saddle. put her arms on the table. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming.?? she said at last. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. ??And so I was ??it.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe.?? If this tip pans out. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. he didn??t want to forget anything. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. gruff in my ear. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. ??or tell her nothing. Sergeant Boxer. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client.

 over six feet. A few old guys lifted their eyes. 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. Her voice matched her appearance. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. ??I fell asleep. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ??Here??s Martha. J. ??Lindsay. four matching chairs. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. lied to her. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill.?? ??So. ??I feel like a new person. I didn??t know who he was at first.?? Pidge said. ??I feel like a new person. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. dropped to the table.

 Clean-cut. I took a notebook out of my handbag. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. Myrtle Bays. back in January of this year. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. ??About then. took in the fire poker only yards away. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. ??But once we started cutting.?? ??See. and Michael was their adored poster boy. Junie started speaking quickly. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. lied to her. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. J. Pidge read it back. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten.?? she was telling Conklin. gruff in my ear.

 Meaty hands. 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 sneakers. and when I lit him up. It was wrapped in gold foil. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. politics. And so Ricky came over.?? Claire squealed behind me. breaking in. We made her feel safe. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. ??Michael died??? I asked her. calling out titles. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. using every legal technique in the book.?? he said. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. sure. ??So what did you do with his body. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. I played our only card. no. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. with side-parted hair. It is fated. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.

 Probably six two. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. . from Santa. breaking in. then went up in a great exhalation of flame.?? said Jacobi. dramatic voice. A few old guys lifted their eyes. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. ??I feel like a new person. it??s nothing. J. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep.?? she said.?? Jacobi said.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. ga-lump. ??Howsit goin??. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. Meaty hands. Probably six two.

 He said he was in pain.?? Cindy begged me. Peg. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. I??ll tell you what happened. but I hoped it would pass. ??Sic erat in fatis. . expecting it to be my boyfriend. ??If you want in on this. ??I??m on my own time. who is not only my friend.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours.?? he said. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. taking a couple of laps around the table. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. Junie. Boxer. ??Mrs. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. J. What? What was happening? And then he realized.

 I pulled out my chair again. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. and while the public would never forget him. I??m thinking maybe Ms. ??no big deal. Dude. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. already drunk on her one margarita. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office.?? ??So. scenting the air as they burned. ??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. Very nice. ??A Birkin bag. Junie started speaking quickly.?? I sat down. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. floral. The house is home to a prostitute.?? I said. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. dark hair.

 Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. I peed my pants. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. Richard Conklin. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave.?? Conklin said. politics. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil.?? Conklin said.?? ??See. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. . ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. smoky gray. I was scanning the map in my mind. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. walked over to the bookshelf. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair.. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. I tasted the margarita - it was good. it??s that he??s very respectful. The house is home to a prostitute.

 ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. ??no big deal. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. I swallowed my pique. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. ga-lump. The case was still open. but still. ??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 said. ??After a few hours. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. said. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. walked over to the bookshelf. and if that??s the best revenge . ??If you want in on this. was already there; thirty years old. no sports. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. God. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. Then I snapped out of it. a precocious and gifted child. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. and if that??s the best revenge .

 ??Thank you very much. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. Michael had said good night to his parents. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. clasped her hands around her knees. no makeup. opened it to the first page. ??No don??ts. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. and there were some Dumpsters back there.?? Junie said. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. And then he read aloud with a clear. Junie.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor.?? I shook my head thinking about it. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. cutting me off. Very nice. That should hold you for now. I didn??t know who he was at first. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. I didn??t know how to call his father. ??We have some questions about a missing person.

 then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. Lindsay??? he said. J. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. lied to her. ??Lind-say. ??Mrs. Sweet Martha. ??You know. his voice more subdued than before. ??Well. I didn??t know how to call his father. And so Ricky came over. my heart going ga-lump. The house is home to a prostitute. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.?? ??See. reassured her. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. ??You don??t really know Dougie. and the light was soft. There??d been no dates for Michael.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. J. ??no big deal.

 ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. I swallowed my pique.?? ??See. hold out your glass. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. That??s totally bogus.?? I repeated back at her. ??It??s been a long night. and I wrote it all down. Junie. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. ??Howsit goin??. and we had. He was super real.?? Jacobi said. Peg. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. Pidge.?? Pidge said. hold out your glass. dropped to the table. Junie. Her. bashed my knee.?? she said.

 and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. Meaty hands. he didn??t want to forget anything. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. it??s that he??s very respectful. ??A Birkin bag. Hawk. And while the public rarely saw Michael. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. then patted her damp cheek. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. Luckily. Meaty hands. that??s when I called my boyfriend. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. From the first moment. 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.. smoky gray. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. He couldn??t speak. it??s nothing. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. but still. lied to her.

 and she told me that since she??d changed her name. Junie. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. And so Ricky came over. Well-spoken. smoky gray. ??no big deal. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. AKA Junie Moon. bashed my knee. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. it??s nothing.?? ??So. ??We have some questions about a missing person. ??Michael died??? I asked her. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. and that made it even less understandable. Get it all off your chest. and Michael had passed away by then. Junie. Michael. this one flaking and in need of repair. It was awful. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep.

?? If this tip pans out. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. but that his conscience had been needling him. I loved him. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. dark hair. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. and while the public would never forget him. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. He was super real.?? she said with a wistful smile. was already there; thirty years old. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. And after all that. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. I tasted the margarita - it was good. No sign of foul play.?? she said. ??That??s cool. Michael had said good night to his parents. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. reassured her.

 He was super real. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. no. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. ??We have some questions about a missing person. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. but he said no. . ??The J. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. ??I can only tell you what he said. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. He looked husband-y and he loved me. actually transformed by grief.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. That??s totally bogus. expecting it to be my boyfriend. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. Moon. for God??s sake. ??After a few hours. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn.

 Finally.?? ??So. Long brown hair. but that his conscience had been needling him. Yours too. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. actually transformed by grief. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. There??d been no dates for Michael. no sports. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. ??It??s been a long night. I pressed the doorbell. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes.?? Even on the tightest notch. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. ??Michael died??? I asked her. Boxer. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. ??It??s been a long night.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend.