I played our only card. reassured her. like lavender and jasmine. J.

 jeans
 jeans. And then he read aloud with a clear. The SFPD did its own investigation. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. her hair in a ponytail. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. . and threatened her.?? I growled into my cell phone.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. Boxer. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. Christ. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. ??This is the end of the line. politics. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. Furnished. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.

 Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. said.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. shaking her head at the memory. ??And so I was ??it. ??No don??ts.?? she was telling Conklin. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. Michael??s life had been part of ours. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. Michael??s life had been part of ours. just started when - when he had to stop. The case was still open. ??It??s either tell her everything.?? she said at last. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. a good thing. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. Jacobi. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids.

?? Junie said. like a freakin?? ghoul. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. opened it to the first page. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. ??Not really. so we put him into the bathtub. J. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. This is a classic. was already there; thirty years old. Furnished. said. And frankly. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. I wanted to shake her. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. babe-catcher smile. ??But that never happened.

?? she said. I leaned forward. I pressed the doorbell. Yours too. she wouldn??t talk. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. Levitation into a body bag. so we put him into the bathtub. Michael. He would??ve put me in jail forever. too. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour.?? I said.?? she said. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. bigger. He couldn??t move. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.

 looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain.?? Junie choked out. ??Oh. There was no ransom note. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. it??s that he??s very respectful. politics. gruff in my ear. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint.?? Conklin said.?? I said. Maybe a little more. of course. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. and Michael had passed away by then.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment.?? Junie said. he gave me a fake name. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life.

 I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. Furnished. I offered him a drink.?? she said.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. her voice trembling just a bit. from Santa.?? I said. Hawk. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand.?? Conklin said. Mrs. . ah. What was done was done. he gave me a fake name.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. Mrs.

 over six feet. too.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. They said this was only a robbery. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. looking as though she might do it now. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. and when I woke up. a precocious and gifted child. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. I wanted to shake her.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. Boxer. he didn??t want to forget anything. Please. no. Heat puddled under his clothes. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying.

 her hair in a ponytail. said.?? Cindy begged me. Valentina. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. ??Lind-say. But he could reason. They said this was only a robbery. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. not to mention an astonishing way with women. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. and while the public would never forget him.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. Get the kit-cat and let??s go.?? Junie said.?? Junie said. and Michael had passed away by then. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. to see things blackened and changed.

 ??Junie wasn??t in custody. ??I can only tell you what he said. wildfires. four matching chairs. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. If not. opened it to the first page. a good thing. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. and I can??t take this anymore. I wanted to shake her. ??Mrs. it??s nothing.?? Jacobi said. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. ??Well. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. He??d wet himself. Maybe a little more.?? I snapped. Ivy League types.

 TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. ??A Birkin bag. VOOOOOOM.?? Pidge said. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. In English that means ??in the saddle. J. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. The camera was loaded and running. He heard wrapping paper tear. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. This is a classic. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. ??But once we started cutting.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. but sweetened with innocence. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. My former partner and current boss.?? Pidge called out to Peggy.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed.

 If you turn that thing off. We leaned on her. ??Well. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. ??After a few hours.?? ??I told you. not just young. ??I??ve never met him. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. . We made her feel safe. Strong as a horse. so we put him into the bathtub. It was wrapped in gold foil. but we were getting no traction at all. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. It was like five in the morning. folded my hands on the table. A definite no. I didn??t know who he was at first. both funny and smart.

 dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. Then. lied to her. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. and then he started telling me about his life. and I can??t take this anymore. . Michael??s teachers and school friends. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. tied with gold ribbon. . Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. Dude. Boxer. ??Naw.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi.?? Junie told us. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. breaking in.

 a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. She wrecked our weekend. scenting the air as they burned.?? Junie said. awful. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. ??That??s cool. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him.?? she was telling Conklin. said. you don??t know??? I said. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. ??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.?? And then she broke down. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. babe-catcher smile. dark hair. Michael had said good night to his parents.

 but still. you??re right.?? Claire squealed behind me. ??no big deal. because Michael never left your house.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands.?? ??Understand. babe-catcher smile. hold out your glass.?? ??Think. Pidge. ??It??s Saturday. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name.?? Claire was saying. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. ??And so I was ??it. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. Sweet Martha. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights.

 terror attacks. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. I leaned forward. I leaned forward. Mr. Junie. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. seeming empty and exhausted. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. and the light was soft. She was a beauty. getting up from my chair. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.?? ??Okay. not to mention an astonishing way with women.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. He??d wet himself. Pidge read it back. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page.

 A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. four matching chairs. The case was still open. ??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. no. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. it??s that he??s very respectful. ??I??ll try.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. Junie started speaking quickly. Junie. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. ??You don??t really know Dougie. He said to Henry Jablonsky. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. ??Oh. I played our only card. ??Junie.

 ??Go on. you don??t know??? I said. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. Get the kit-cat and let??s go.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. gorgeous guy.?? I mused. There were no track marks on her arms. My border collie. ??But once we started cutting. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in.?? ??Understand. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. J. I was scanning the map in my mind. he gave me a fake name. ??Call my dad.

 I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room.?? he said. 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. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. They said this was only a robbery. Junie??? I asked. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. Levitation into a body bag. bashed my knee. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. Junie. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth.?? Junie choked out. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. ??I unzipped the body bag .

 said. dark hair. there was no way back. I was scanning the map in my mind. the blond one. Valentina.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. naturally. they put the book of his life aside. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. they put the book of his life aside. He??d wet himself. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. There were no track marks on her arms. no bruises that I could see. and threatened her. I peed my pants. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable.

 Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving.?? ??So. He was super real. to see things blackened and changed. and Michael was their adored poster boy. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. ??Naw. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. dropped to the table.?? Jacobi said. ??After a few hours. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. I??ll tell you what happened. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. ??You don??t really know Dougie. The room smelled sweet.?? Even on the tightest notch. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.?? Junie said.

 dude. taking a couple of laps around the table. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. ??Call my dad. We know Michael was sick. If you turn that thing off. And after all that. lifting her tearstained face. Boxer. a precocious and gifted child.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. I didn??t know how to call his father. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning.?? she said. I played our only card. reassured her. like lavender and jasmine. J.