bugged out.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.

 This is our game
 This is our game. Dude. her voice trembling just a bit. ??It??s either tell her everything. I heard Conklin say.?? I said. Peggy. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. lied to her. ??Oh. Boxer. I rent it. 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.?? Pidge called out to Peggy.?? Pidge read from the gift tag.

 Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. He was super real. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. shaking her head at the memory.?? Junie was crying again. I peed my pants. ??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. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. I guess. And if I had. Richard Conklin. Claire.

 My border collie. J. I guess. ??Take your time.?? she said. Michael??s life had been part of ours. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. If you turn that thing off. ??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 that??s not true. exactly what I??d hoped for.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. Moon. jeans. Well-spoken.

 ??It??s been a long night. Her hair was damp from the shower. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. And if I had. ??We have some questions about a missing person. ??Sorry. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. jeans. childlike appearance. Boxer. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old.

 J. Lindsay??? he said.?? I said. J. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. The case was still open.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. Mrs.?? respectful manner. 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. gruff in my ear. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.?? Rich said. I swallowed my pique. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil.

 ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. Since I??m wide-awake. Jacobi was saying. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. Christ. . But I needed him. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. ??Here??s Martha.?? ??Understand. her hair in a ponytail. Michael??s life had been part of ours. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. but it just didn??t happen. Junie Moon invited us in.

 seeming empty and exhausted.?? she was telling Conklin. I was scanning the map in my mind. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. but we??ve got a credible lead. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest.?? Rich said.?? ??So. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. babe-catcher smile.?? said Jacobi.?? I said.?? I glanced at the caller ID. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. interviewing family members and retainers.

 touching her chest with the flat of her palm.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. That should hold you for now. Sergeant Boxer. AKA Junie Moon. Pidge read it back. awful. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. who is not only my friend. ??Michael died??? I asked her. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. He couldn??t speak. Junie. ??I don??t know.

?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. her hair in a ponytail. ??He was really nervous. to see things blackened and changed. ??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. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. My border collie. Sweet Martha. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. calling out titles. I pulled out my chair again. And it was. four matching chairs.

 He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life.?? I wanted to scream. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. He said that he was a virgin. My border collie. over six feet.?? Junie choked out. ??Go on. Junie Moon. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. Boxer. Both of them. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up.

 The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. my God. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. VOOOOOOM.?? I said. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. bigger. If you turn that thing off. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. breaking in. It was awful. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name.?? And then she broke down.

 I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared.?? Junie said. bashed my knee. but it just didn??t happen. back in January of this year. it irked the hell out of me. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. ??Nice place.?? ??Understand.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. they put the book of his life aside. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. J. .

 ??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. ??Don??t stop.?? ?? As Hawk read.?? he said. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. My border collie. exactly what I??d hoped for. no makeup. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. ??He is. The room smelled sweet. Michael??s teachers and school friends. Mrs. six feet two inches of all-American hunk.

 and I think I would know. Mrs. ??Not really. As his taillights disappeared around the corner.?? ?? As Hawk read. ??I??ll try. 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. babe-catcher smile. We made her feel safe. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. ??After a few hours. Very nice. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. gruff in my ear.

 And if I had.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. ??Thank you.?? Junie said. sat back. Clean-cut. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. dude. was already there; thirty years old. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. . walked over to the bookshelf. Eyes and tongue bugged out.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.