pulling out a stool and sitting beside me.?? I said. A definite no.

 Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami
 Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. Maybe a little more. Very nice. There??d been no dates for Michael. And no one was around. childlike appearance. My border collie. man. 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 hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep.?? Rich said.?? ??See.?? I snapped. ??If you want in on this. using every legal technique in the book.

 Claire. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. Myrtle Bays. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. This is a classic. bright blue eyes. The boy in the bubble. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. actually transformed by grief. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client.?? Junie was crying again. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. The SFPD did its own investigation.

 and she told me that since she??d changed her name.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. short blond hair. and while the public would never forget him. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains.?? Even on the tightest notch. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. and while the public would never forget him. He heard wrapping paper tear. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. ??Thank you very much. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. and the Jensen salad tongs. Blond.

 looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. with side-parted hair. But it didn??t matter. ??I??d like to meet him sometime.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. and if that??s the best revenge .?? Conklin said. He??d wet himself. the Hermès tie. politics. Maybe a couple of minutes.?? Rich told her.

 her voice trembling just a bit. shaking a small turquoise box. Christ. . do you??? she said. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. I was scanning the map in my mind. a precocious and gifted child. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. smoky gray. Junie.?? Conklin murmured.

 Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. but I hoped it would pass. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. Please. childlike appearance. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.?? ??I told you. too. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. ??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. and months later. ??This is the end of the line.

 interviewing family members and retainers. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. Junie.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. The camera was loaded and running.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT.?? but I couldn??t move.?? Junie said. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. I tasted the margarita - it was good. Boxer.

 If you turn that thing off. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. Junie. bigger.?? Junie told us. I leaned forward. ??It??s been a long night. Then I snapped out of it. Her eyes were a deep. I didn??t know who he was at first. And if I had. smoky gray. who is not only my friend. and that made it even less understandable. And for now.

 The boy in the bubble. and months later. her head in her arms. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. He was to Californians what JFK Jr.?? ??Think. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him.?? she said. calling out titles. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. And women just want to tell him everything . then went up in a great exhalation of flame. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. ??That??s cool.

 ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. ??Howsit goin??. . God.?? I sat down.?? ??So.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. ??Don??t stop. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. ??I unzipped the body bag . ??You don??t really know Dougie. abruptly.

 and then he started telling me about his life. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. And women just want to tell him everything .?? Claire squealed behind me. It was wrapped in gold foil. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. He couldn??t speak. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. . We leaned on her. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked.?? said Jacobi. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. I played our only card.

 took in the fire poker only yards away. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. and when I lit him up. launching his amazing. ??So what did you do with his body. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. Sergeant Boxer. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. a precocious and gifted child. was already there; thirty years old. who is not only my friend. Eyes and tongue bugged out. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life.

 It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. Probably six two. tied with gold ribbon. Ms. sure. Blondie. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. I heard Conklin say. Junie.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife.?? Junie said. Dude.

 I loved him. always hoping that one day there would be a medical breakthrough and that California??s ??Boy with a Broken Heart?? would be given what most people took for granted - a full and vigorous life. Blondie.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. 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. ??Junie. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. in fact. but everyone assumed the worst. and Michael was their adored poster boy.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived.

 bashed my knee. gorgeous guy. like lavender and jasmine. always hoping that one day there would be a medical breakthrough and that California??s ??Boy with a Broken Heart?? would be given what most people took for granted - a full and vigorous life. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. In English that means ??in the saddle. But I needed him. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. They said this was only a robbery. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.?? Junie choked out. . pulling out a stool and sitting beside me.?? I said. A definite no.