Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk.

 and Michael was their adored poster boy
 and Michael was their adored poster boy.?? Claire said. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house.?? Conklin said. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. that??s when I called my boyfriend. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. .?? Hawk said. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. ??Lind-say. ??And I knew about his heart. but he said no. already drunk on her one margarita. taking a couple of laps around the table.

 Peg. Mr. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. and huge eyes. launching his amazing. I??m thinking maybe Ms. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. Furnished. Pidge read it back. Tell. pulled against his restraints. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. Please. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.?? 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. and his virtual online friends as well.

 ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question.?? Conklin murmured. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. . and while the public would never forget him. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. Michael had said good night to his parents. I played our only card. Conklin and I watched from our squad car.?? Conklin said. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. and the light was soft.

 ??He got worse. ??or tell her nothing. I pulled out the other chair. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. He??d wet himself.?? Claire said. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. said our names and ??Homicide.?? Even on the tightest notch.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me.?? said Jacobi.?? Cindy said.?? ??I??m sure. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. terror attacks. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband.

 Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no.?? 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. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. and I think I would know.?? she said. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. ??Sorry.?? Even on the tightest notch.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. ??Sure. Meaty hands. folded my hands on the table.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up.

 actually transformed by grief. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. He??d wet himself. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.?? ??Okay. ??Howsit goin??. Sergeant Boxer. actually transformed by grief. and I took off his clothes. dark hair.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. floral.?? I mused. smoky gray.?? I said. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk.

 ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. ??Oh. ??He is.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. ??Don??t stop. Joe is a big. smelled the sour odor of urine. ??Well. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. Her. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. sat back.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name.

 This is our game. for God??s sake. floral. but that his conscience had been needling him. What was done was done. Boxer. ??You don??t really know Dougie.?? Rich told her. handing me her sheet. ??And it pissed me off. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. ??It??s either tell her everything. seeming empty and exhausted. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.?? she was telling Conklin.

?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. What? What was happening? And then he realized. for God??s sake. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. then patted her damp cheek. ??I don??t know. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. Junie. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. The house is home to a prostitute.?? Jacobi said. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. It is fated. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client.

 The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. but I hoped it would pass. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. ??Nice place. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. ??He is. Our rules. do you??? she said. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife.?? ??I??m sure. ??He was really nervous. clasped her hands around her knees. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. ??You don??t really know Dougie.

 I didn??t know how to call his father. Yours too. took in the fire poker only yards away. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. his voice warm. getting up from my chair. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. Blondie. ??I would have been honored. ??It??s either tell her everything. clasped her hands around her knees. terror attacks.?? he said. and threatened her. The room smelled sweet. I played our only card. ??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.

 Lindsay??? he said.?? I said. she wouldn??t talk. .?? If this tip pans out.?? I sat down. using every legal technique in the book. ??No don??ts. I played our only card. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. Very nice. as though he were a friend of the family. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking.?? Even on the tightest notch. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. ??About then.

 ??Mrs. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.?? respectful manner.?? And then she broke down. you don??t know??? I said. interviewing family members and retainers. J. floral. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED.?? I said. taking a couple of laps around the table. ??It??s Saturday. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. Junie. . sure.

 I peed my pants. ??About then. ??I don??t know. ??Sic erat in fatis. Junie. It was wrapped in gold foil. ??You know. his voice more subdued than before.?? ??Okay. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. ??Nice talk. and huge eyes. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. The tips had led nowhere. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. but it just didn??t happen.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ??I don??t know.

?? I said. Junie. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. ??A Birkin bag. and in the morning his bedroom was empty.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. Mr. ??This is from Henry. They said this was only a robbery. Ms. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. ??I can only tell you what he said. ??Howsit goin??. it??s that he??s very respectful. The tips had led nowhere. We made her feel safe. Her voice matched her appearance.

?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. ??I don??t know. 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. My partner. the Hermès tie. ??No don??ts. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami.?? I mused.?? said the young woman. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. no. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. and there were some Dumpsters back there. . ??Wow.

?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. and that??s not true. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. And so Ricky came over. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers.?? ??Understand.?? If this tip pans out. and the Jensen salad tongs. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. I??m thinking maybe Ms.?? respectful manner. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream.

 ??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.?? ?? As Hawk read. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. Mrs. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. Strong as a horse.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. Sweet Martha. AKA Junie Moon. and while the public would never forget him. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. ??To Peggy. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. was already there; thirty years old. Richard Conklin. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk.