house as Michael Campion was coming in. Tell.?? Junie said.

 The case was still open
 The case was still open. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. politics. Junie started speaking quickly.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. Dude. folded my hands on the table. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. The tips had led nowhere. A few old guys lifted their eyes. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.?? Junie said.??s are living well. but it just didn??t happen. J. . opened it to the first page. Claire. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. opened it to the first page. that they were planning to let them go. fill me in. and I can??t take this anymore. dude.

 in fact. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. there was no way back. I??m thinking maybe Ms. We made her feel safe. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. it??s that he??s very respectful. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box.. sure. like lavender and jasmine. Ricky was saying. it??s nothing.?? Junie said. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. to see things blackened and changed. you know. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. ??And so I was ??it. Her voice matched her appearance. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. ??Naw. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. and I think I would know. cutting me off.

 did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. ??I can only tell you what he said. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. And Junie began to tell us everything. ??Don??t take that call. Peggy pleaded with Hawk.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. for years. wildfires.?? ??See. What? What was happening? And then he realized. pressed it again. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. Boxer. but I hoped it would pass. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. tied with gold ribbon. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. Then. ??If you want in on this. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. She was a beauty. but he said no. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. walked over to the bookshelf.

 Her hair was damp from the shower.?? Cindy said. I pressed the doorbell. no parties.?? Claire was saying. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. Long brown hair. ??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. Please.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. because Michael never left your house. I was scanning the map in my mind. Boxer.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. but we??ve got a credible lead. so we put him into the bathtub. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. but we??ve got a credible lead. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. ??Naw.?? said Jacobi. I??d checked twice to be sure. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall.?? Jacobi said. naturally.?? Junie choked out.

 and sneakers. and strode into the squad room looking for 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. And while the public rarely saw Michael. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. ah. He said he was in pain. And Junie began to tell us everything. over six feet. but he said no.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. I guess.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. like lavender and jasmine. Junie Moon.?? said the young woman. I didn??t know who he was at first. said. Lindsay??? he said. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace.??IT HAPPENED just like you said.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name.?? I mused. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. bright blue eyes. peeled back the layers of tissue. This is our game.

 We made her feel safe. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??I??ll try. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. I offered him a drink. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. Boxer. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. ??After a few hours. He fixed his vision on that poker. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. and I think I would know. took in the fire poker only yards away. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. sat back. ??Michael died??? I asked her.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. ??Naw. my heart going ga-lump. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house.

 over six feet. Her. She was barefoot. ??Lind-say. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. put my butt in the seat. It was wrapped in gold foil. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. I didn??t know how to call his father. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. Michael had said good night to his parents. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. If not. her head in her arms. ??Sure. ??It??s Saturday. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. Pidge read it back.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf.

?? Junie said.?? but I couldn??t move. back in January of this year. dropped to the table. ??Not really. you know.?? Even on the tightest notch. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. I didn??t know how to call his father.?? I glanced at the caller ID. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. Michael??s teachers and school friends. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.?? ??I told you. that??s when I called my boyfriend. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. Jacobi was saying. Junie.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. Hawk. I pulled out my chair again. The camera was loaded and running. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo.

 AKA Junie Moon.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. you don??t know??? I said. . Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. had been to the nation.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. A definite no. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. And so Ricky came over. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi.?? Claire said.?? I glanced at the caller ID. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. J. Junie started speaking quickly. Mrs. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office.??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. ??That??s cool. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. launching his amazing. I leaned forward. for years. ??A Birkin bag.??..

?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. but still. ??That??s cool. as though he were a friend of the family. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued.?? Cindy said. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. said. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. ??He got worse.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. Heat puddled under his clothes. took in the fire poker only yards away. J. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. Tell. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No.?? Junie insisted. was already there; thirty years old. Lindsay??? he said.?? ??Understand. and if that??s the best revenge . and that??s not true. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. Valentina.

 No sign of foul play. Michael??s life had been part of ours. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. expecting it to be my boyfriend. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. and while the public would never forget him. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. Maybe a couple of minutes. terror attacks. We made her feel safe.?? 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.?? ??You??re kidding me.?? I shook my head thinking about it. warming to the subject. And he??s very smart. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. childlike appearance.?? she said. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. ??I??d like to meet him sometime.?? If this tip pans out. ??So .?? Claire said.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. Peggy. because Michael never left your house. Sweet Martha.

 This is our game. gorgeous guy.?? I said. ??Thank you. This is our game. The SFPD did its own investigation. ??Junie. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes.?? Claire squealed behind me. There were no track marks on her arms. Peggy pleaded with Hawk.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. my God. said. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association.?? she said with a wistful smile. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. I played our only card.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. ??He got worse. He couldn??t speak. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. Both of them. ??When Michael called to make the date. .?? I wanted to scream.

 Peggy pleaded with Hawk. put her arms on the table. ??You??re right.?? I said. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. ??no big deal. ??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. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. If not.??. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. ??Junie. Jacobi was saying. And no one was around. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth.?? Jacobi said. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. no makeup. And he??s very smart. a precocious and gifted child. politics.?? I said. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. they put the book of his life aside.

 We??re with you. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. shaking her head at the memory. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. I tasted the margarita - it was good. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. ??And I knew about his heart. Ricky was saying. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. scenting the air as they burned. ??But that never happened. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. his voice more subdued than before. I rent it. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. babe-catcher smile. her head in her arms. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.?? Junie said. four matching chairs. ??Verbatim? She said. but it just didn??t happen. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. and I think I would know.

 . Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk.?? Rich said. ??You know. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. .?? Junie said. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. ??I would have been honored.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. Junie Moon. It is fated. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. and the light was soft. ??I fell asleep. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. If not. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes.?? Junie said. too. bright blue eyes. with side-parted hair. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. She was barefoot. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. ??It??s Saturday. ??Sure.

 Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. . ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. A definite no. because Michael never left your house. ??Sic erat in fatis. not just young. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. Eyes and tongue bugged out. Junie. Mrs. an hour north of San Francisco. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. ??Sic erat in fatis. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. but we were getting no traction at all.?? ??Okay. ??It has to be a mistake. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.?? Junie said.?? she said at last. I??d checked twice to be sure. I leaned forward.?? Claire squealed behind me. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. ??Call my dad. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared.

 but he said no. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. said our names and ??Homicide. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. . I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. He??d been a darling baby.??IT HAPPENED just like you said.?? ??Think. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. and I can??t take this anymore. for God??s sake. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. I believed what she said at first. Furnished. childlike appearance. ??Sic erat in fatis. This is a classic. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. launching his amazing. But he could reason. ??no big deal. tied with gold ribbon. and sneakers. and I wrote it all down. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone.?? I said.

 Joe.?? Jacobi said. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts.?? I growled into my cell phone. My former partner and current boss. ??You??re right.?? ??Okay. had been to the nation. ga-lump. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. said. was already there; thirty years old. and Michael had passed away by then.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. Dude. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. And women just want to tell him everything .?? I sat down. smelled the sour odor of urine. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself.?? she was telling Conklin. ??It??s either tell her everything. This is our game. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. she wouldn??t talk. Valentina.

 Please. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. Sergeant Boxer. opened it to the first page. Junie. The tips had led nowhere. 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. his voice more subdued than before. bashed my knee. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep.?? If this tip pans out. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. took in the fire poker only yards away. I heard Conklin say. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. Probably six two. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. ??I feel like a new person. said.?? said Jacobi. The camera was loaded and running. ??He is. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.?? ??What do you mean. and his virtual online friends as well. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. This is our game.

?? Pidge called out to Peggy. But it didn??t matter. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. I tasted the margarita - it was good. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. ??Mrs. with side-parted hair.?? Rich said. took in the fire poker only yards away. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. her voice trembling just a bit. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. and we had. She was barefoot. they cared. He??d wet himself.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. As Jablonsky watched. no.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. ??That??s cool. her head in her arms. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. like a freakin?? ghoul.

 and in the morning his bedroom was empty. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. Sweet Martha. ??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. Since I??m wide-awake. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. waited a minute. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no.. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. I guess. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. for God??s sake. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. both funny and smart. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. I didn??t know how to call his father. It was wrapped in gold foil. ??He got worse. floral.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. and months later. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over.?? Jacobi said. ??Don??t stop.

?? I said. as though he were a friend of the family.?? Junie insisted. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. for years. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. ??Sorry. abruptly. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. sure. and his virtual online friends as well. A definite 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. and Michael had passed away by then. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. she hadn??t been arrested for anything.?? I growled into my cell phone.?? Junie said. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. ??It??s a tip kind of lead.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. He??d wet himself.?? she said with a wistful smile.?? I wanted to scream. That??s totally bogus. My former partner and current boss.

 bright blue eyes. Junie. I was scanning the map in my mind.?? said Jacobi. with side-parted hair. from Santa. VOOOOOOM.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. ??Go on. they put the book of his life aside. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. they cared. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. bigger. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . She was a beauty. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. ah. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. And for now. I started to think we were on a date. ??Junie. ??Well. He said he was in pain. and I think I would know.?? ??I??m sure.

 and then she went on.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific.?? Junie said. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi.?? Yuki laughed. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. naturally. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. ??The J. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. fill me in. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. a good thing. a precocious and gifted child. she wouldn??t talk. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.?? Claire said. VOOOOOOM. peeled back the layers of tissue. with side-parted hair.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. and that made it even less understandable.

 and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. ??I unzipped the body bag . and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. Levitation into a body bag.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. Richard Conklin. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. Junie. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. and when I lit him up. and that??s not true. warming to the subject. This is our game. warming to the subject. because Michael never left your house. floral. it??s nothing. I??m thinking maybe Ms. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights.?? Rich said. He??d wet himself. who is not only my friend. abruptly. He would??ve put me in jail forever. Strong as a horse. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. said our names and ??Homicide.

 And so Ricky came over. Claire. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. his voice more subdued than before. Blond.?? Yuki laughed. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk.?? said Jacobi. And for now. In English that means ??in the saddle. VOOOOOOM. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent.?? If this tip pans out. Peggy. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. you know. Heat puddled under his clothes. ??I fell asleep. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. Sergeant Boxer.?? I said. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. He put the money on the night table.?? I sat down. actually transformed by grief.

 ah. ??Sorry. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. bashed my knee. too. ??Nice talk. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck.?? Junie said. J.?? Junie said. seeming empty and exhausted. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. He??d been a darling baby. The house is home to a prostitute.?? ??Think. It is fated. Heat puddled under his clothes. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. There was no ransom note. expecting it to be my boyfriend.?? Claire said. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. and his virtual online friends as well. ??Wow. babe-catcher smile. ??Here??s Martha. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. dropped to the table.

 . He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. but it just didn??t happen. ??I??ll try. and I wrote it all down. ??Wow. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent.?? Cindy said. took in the fire poker only yards away. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten.?? she said. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. ??But that never happened.?? I said. I guess. fill me in.?? she said. I played our only card. He said to Henry Jablonsky.?? I growled into my cell phone. sure. . ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. shaking a small turquoise box. That should hold you for now. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. He put the money on the night table.?? Pidge called out to Peggy.

 waited a minute. reassured her. Christ.??. I??ll tell you what happened. ??But once we started cutting. She wrecked our weekend. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. but it just didn??t happen. they cared. He would??ve put me in jail forever.?? ??You??re kidding me. We??re with you. He was a champion chess player on the Internet.?? Claire squealed behind me. hold out your glass. . you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. And while the public rarely saw Michael. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. getting up from my chair. Michael. and I wrote it all down. jeans. of course. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. Tell.?? Junie said.