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 for God??s sake
 for God??s sake. gruff in my ear. Then I snapped out of it. Junie Moon invited us in.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. Lindsay??? he said. The tips had led nowhere. scenting the air as they burned. Finally.. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. too. but he said no. they put the book of his life aside. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two.

 It was awful. walked over to the bookshelf. Boxer. I??ll tell you what happened. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. it??s nothing. What? What was happening? And then he realized. I rent it. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. dude. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station.

 ??But once we started cutting.?? I mused. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper.?? ??So. It is fated. And Junie began to tell us everything. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion.?? Yuki laughed. Furnished.?? Conklin said. Her hair was damp from the shower. not just young. Luckily. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know.

 his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. and while the public would never forget him. Since I??m wide-awake. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. too. .?? ??So. no parties. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. And it was. said. ??After a few hours. abruptly. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No.

 they cared. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. J. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. Pidge read it back. getting up from my chair. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. Mrs. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. What was done was done. J.

?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. ??Here??s Martha. From the first moment. you know. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. 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. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. A Peretti necklace. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. ??You??re right. Jacobi was saying. It was like five in the morning.

 ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. I heard Conklin say. lifting her tearstained face. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. Yours too. I was scanning the map in my mind.?? I mused. Our rules. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. wildfires. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.

 ga-lump. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. and that??s not true. ??we??re not blaming you for anything.?? I mused. Jacobi was saying. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. She wrecked our weekend. folded my hands on the table. gruff in my ear.?? I said.

 ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. VOOOOOOM. gorgeous guy. she wouldn??t talk. expecting it to be my boyfriend.?? Junie said. I started to think we were on a date. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. Mr. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. It??s about the Campion kid. Maybe there really was some goodness in them.?? I mused.

?? ??So. from Santa. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. no parties. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. said our names and ??Homicide. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. ??But that never happened. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. both funny and smart. And he??s very smart. I loved him. Through photos and newscasts.

?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. Hawk. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare.?? ??So.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. Since I??m wide-awake. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. my heart going ga-lump. The SFPD did its own investigation. Myrtle Bays. Mrs. This is our game. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth.

 ??I feel like a new person.. bright blue eyes. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. her head in her arms. ??And so I was ??it.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten.?? said Jacobi. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. but I hoped it would pass. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. and threatened her. I heard Conklin say.

 slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis.?? ??So. ??But once we started cutting. Moon. ??Not really. gruff in my ear. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. We made her feel safe. He fixed his vision on that poker. He would??ve put me in jail forever. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. ??It??s Saturday. short blond hair. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh.?? said Jacobi.

 ??It??s a tip kind of lead. ??Junie. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield.?? Junie was crying again. naturally. Mrs. ??That??s cool. four matching chairs. We are. warming to the subject. and we had. ??Sorry. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution.?? Junie said.

 his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. There were no track marks on her arms. ??Well. This is a classic. that??s when I called my boyfriend. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. said our names and ??Homicide.?? Yuki laughed.?? ??So.?? Cindy begged me. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. I swallowed my pique. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes.

 ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. took in the fire poker only yards away. It was awful. Myrtle Bays. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. tied with gold ribbon. you??re right. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. for God??s sake. Probably six two. dropped to the table. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. opened it to the first page. no parties..