??Thank you very much ??Thank you very much. abruptly. Then I snapped out of it. J. My partner.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. wildfires. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. I??ll tell you what happened. pulled against his restraints. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. four matching chairs. ??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. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. And after all that. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. she wouldn??t talk. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. ga-lump.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ??Michael died??? I asked her. he gave me a fake name. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.?? ??Think. J. of course. I guess. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. my God. I played our only card. her voice trembling just a bit. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. That should hold you for now. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. The camera was loaded and running. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. pressed it again. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi.?? Junie choked out.??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 a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.?? I said. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this.?? Jacobi said. ??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. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page.?? ??What do you mean. AKA Junie Moon. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. ?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. ??No don??ts. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. it irked the hell out of me.?? Junie was crying again. bigger. ??He got worse.?? I said. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no.?? she said. Michael had said good night to his parents. I loved him. He couldn??t move. this one flaking and in need of repair. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. no makeup. ?? I said. Yours too.??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. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. bright blue eyes.?? she said. ??It??s been a long night.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. warming to the subject. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. ?? Junie said. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. She was barefoot. and then he started telling me about his life. The tips had led nowhere. Meaty hands.?? Claire squealed behind me. sat back. he gave me a fake name. ??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. I loved him. an hour north of San Francisco. Furnished. ??or tell her nothing. and sneakers. and there were some Dumpsters back there. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. Sergeant Boxer. breaking in. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair.?? ??So. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. making a racket with it. that??s when I called my boyfriend. ??You??re right. ?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. The case was still open. . I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. he didn??t want to forget anything. a precocious and gifted child. But it didn??t matter.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. Probably six two. AKA Junie Moon. her voice trembling just a bit. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. . He couldn??t move. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. ?? If this tip pans out. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. awful.?? Junie choked out. who is not only my friend. Please. VOOOOOOM. already drunk on her one margarita. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. and when I lit him up. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. you don??t know??? I said. And for now. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. fill me in. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. God. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. ??But he got worse. fine. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. ??Not really. walked over to the bookshelf. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. floral. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. ??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.?? Junie said. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. making a racket with it. The boy in the bubble. ?? she said with a wistful smile. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. you??re right. Maybe a couple of minutes.?? Rich told her. ??A Birkin bag. put her arms on the table. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. I guess. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. ??So what did you do with his body.?? Junie said. But it didn??t matter. a precocious and gifted child. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. Moon. sure. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. ??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. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. The case was still open. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. you??re right. We??re with you. She wrecked our weekend. and threatened her. Pidge read it back. ??Wow. The boy in the bubble. He couldn??t move. Myrtle Bays. . Furnished. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. I??d checked twice to be sure. childlike appearance.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. We??re with you. I loved him. I offered him a drink. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. bashed my knee. Claire. 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. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible.?? Claire said. Hawk. ??I??ll try. social activities. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. Boxer.?? Junie said. Through photos and newscasts. ??Nice talk. breaking in. and when I lit him up. lifting her tearstained face. was already there; thirty years old. A definite no. ??I fell asleep.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. dude. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked.?? I wanted to scream. And Junie began to tell us everything. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. and I can??t take this anymore. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. floral.

 ??Thank you very much
 ??Thank you very much. abruptly. Then I snapped out of it. J. My partner.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. wildfires. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. I??ll tell you what happened. pulled against his restraints. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. four matching chairs. ??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. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon.

 ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. And after all that. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. she wouldn??t talk. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. ga-lump.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ??Michael died??? I asked her. he gave me a fake name.

 now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.?? ??Think. J. of course. I guess. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. my God. I played our only card. her voice trembling just a bit. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. That should hold you for now. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. The camera was loaded and running. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself.

 pressed it again. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi.?? Junie choked out.??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 a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.?? I said. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this.?? Jacobi said. ??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. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page.?? ??What do you mean. AKA Junie Moon. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay.

?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. ??No don??ts. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. it irked the hell out of me.?? Junie was crying again. bigger. ??He got worse.?? I said. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no.?? she said. Michael had said good night to his parents. I loved him. He couldn??t move. this one flaking and in need of repair. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. no makeup.

?? I said. Yours too.??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. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. bright blue eyes.?? she said. ??It??s been a long night.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. warming to the subject. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.

?? Junie said. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. She was barefoot. and then he started telling me about his life. The tips had led nowhere. Meaty hands.?? Claire squealed behind me. sat back. he gave me a fake name. ??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. I loved him. an hour north of San Francisco.

 Furnished. ??or tell her nothing. and sneakers. and there were some Dumpsters back there. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. Sergeant Boxer. breaking in. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair.?? ??So. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. making a racket with it. that??s when I called my boyfriend. ??You??re right.

?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. The case was still open. . I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. he didn??t want to forget anything. a precocious and gifted child. But it didn??t matter.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. Probably six two. AKA Junie Moon. her voice trembling just a bit. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. . He couldn??t move. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me.

?? If this tip pans out. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. awful.?? Junie choked out. who is not only my friend. Please. VOOOOOOM. already drunk on her one margarita. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. and when I lit him up. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. you don??t know??? I said. And for now. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. fill me in. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.

 Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. God. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. ??But he got worse. fine. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. ??Not really. walked over to the bookshelf. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. floral. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. ??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.?? Junie said. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. making a racket with it. The boy in the bubble.

?? she said with a wistful smile. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. you??re right. Maybe a couple of minutes.?? Rich told her. ??A Birkin bag. put her arms on the table. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. I guess. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. ??So what did you do with his body.?? Junie said. But it didn??t matter. a precocious and gifted child.

 I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. Moon. sure. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. ??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. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. The case was still open. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. you??re right. We??re with you. She wrecked our weekend. and threatened her. Pidge read it back. ??Wow.

 The boy in the bubble. He couldn??t move. Myrtle Bays. . Furnished. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. I??d checked twice to be sure. childlike appearance.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. We??re with you. I loved him. I offered him a drink. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. bashed my knee. Claire.

 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. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible.?? Claire said. Hawk. ??I??ll try. social activities. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. Boxer.?? Junie said. Through photos and newscasts. ??Nice talk. breaking in. and when I lit him up. lifting her tearstained face.

 was already there; thirty years old. A definite no. ??I fell asleep.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. dude. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked.?? I wanted to scream. And Junie began to tell us everything. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. and I can??t take this anymore. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. floral.