That the kid died in flagrante delicto. He said he was in pain.

 Michael
 Michael. . ??I would have been honored. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. And while the public rarely saw Michael. We??re with you. but that his conscience had been needling him. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two.?? Cindy begged me. He heard wrapping paper tear. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. ??Wow. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. calling out titles. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. Eyes and tongue bugged out. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. My border collie.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. and Michael was their adored poster boy. ??Not really. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent.

 My border collie. no bruises that I could see. And women just want to tell him everything . she hadn??t been arrested for anything. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. As Jablonsky watched.?? ??So. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. Well-spoken. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. and Michael had passed away by then.?? she said at last. and we had. ??So what did you do with his body. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. . . Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. Since I??m wide-awake.?? Pidge called out to Peggy.?? Cindy begged me. In English that means ??in the saddle. ??If you want in on this. The house is home to a prostitute. dropped to the table.

 touching her chest with the flat of her palm. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. awful. no parties. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. man.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. ??So what did you do with his body. dark hair. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. It was wrapped in gold foil.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation.?? Junie said. no sports. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. breaking in. I didn??t know how to call his father. warming to the subject. J.?? Junie said.

 one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. If not.??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.?? she said at last. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway.?? Hawk said. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. And so Ricky came over. dude. We made her feel safe. and Michael was their adored poster boy. no bruises that I could see. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. Ricky was saying. and when I woke up. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. actually transformed by grief. from Santa. ??You know.?? Claire squealed behind me. And so Ricky came over. And he??s very smart. I was scanning the map in my mind. like lavender and jasmine. My partner.

 She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. Jacobi. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. I guess.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. And while the public rarely saw Michael.?? Rich said. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look.??s are living well. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. Strong as a horse. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Sergeant Boxer. Yours too.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ??I feel like a new person.

 It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. God. that??s when I called my boyfriend. ??Don??t stop. ??You know. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. It was wrapped in gold foil. There were no track marks on her arms. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. Through photos and newscasts. A few old guys lifted their eyes. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. then patted her damp cheek. But it didn??t matter. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. shook the box. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. I guess. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. but I hoped it would pass. And if I had. Jacobi.?? Claire said.

 She was a beauty. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. and I wrote it all down. He was super real. ??It??s been a long night. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. I leaned forward. Mr. shaking her head at the memory. back in January of this year. and then he started telling me about his life.?? Junie was crying again.. ??He was saying. and Michael was their adored poster boy. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. And while the public rarely saw Michael. Please. and his virtual online friends as well. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. Christ. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi.?? I said.

 my heart going ga-lump. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. and I can??t take this anymore. there was no way back. said. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. Junie started speaking quickly. it??s nothing. Joe. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. 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. . A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. I pressed the doorbell.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet.?? I shook my head thinking about it. using every legal technique in the book. Michael??s life had been part of ours. I was scanning the map in my mind. no makeup. I heard Conklin say. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. The boy in the bubble.

 back in January of this year. There??d been no dates for Michael. dude. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. He would??ve put me in jail forever. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. lifting her tearstained face. shaking a small turquoise box. short blond hair. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. The SFPD did its own investigation. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. It is fated. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. my God.?? Cindy begged me. What was done was done. hold out your glass. Our rules. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. Blondie. that??s when I called my boyfriend.

 and apple logs crackled in the fireplace.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. dark hair.?? Junie said. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave.?? I said. .?? ??See. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. and Michael was their adored poster boy. but I hoped it would pass. ??Go on. ??Junie. The case was still open. ??Go on. bashed my knee. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. then patted her damp cheek. ??I??m on my own time. peeled back the layers of tissue. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. Claire. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute.

 In English that means ??in the saddle. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. ??It has to be a mistake.?? she said at last. ??Is that so??? he said.?? Junie said. And he??s very smart. ??Oh.?? I growled into my cell phone. . ??You??re right. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. My former partner and current boss.?? Junie said. bigger. but we were getting no traction at all. my heart going ga-lump. He couldn??t move. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. Junie Moon. Her eyes were a deep. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. God. peeled back the layers of tissue. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. smelled the sour odor of urine.

 her voice trembling just a bit.?? ??What do you mean. my heart going ga-lump. lied to her. man. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. bigger. shaking a small turquoise box. AKA Junie Moon.?? he said. Her voice matched her appearance. for God??s sake. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. And while the public rarely saw Michael. I??m thinking maybe Ms. shaking a small turquoise box. interviewing family members and retainers. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. actually transformed by grief. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name.?? he said. Boxer. Conklin passed her the box of tissues.?? I wanted to scream. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored.

 will you drive me home now??? ??Not really.?? Junie insisted. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. He fixed his vision on that poker. ??He was really nervous. Sweet Martha. Junie. I didn??t know how to call his father. dude. and I wrote it all down. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. Boxer. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. Boxer. We leaned on her. had been to the nation. I took a notebook out of my handbag. My former partner and current boss. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. man. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping.

?? she said. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. but sweetened with innocence. fill me in.?? Junie said.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. Furnished.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. We know Michael was sick. her head in her arms. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Pidge read it back. I leaned forward. ??Take your time. Ricky was saying. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn.?? I took a deep breath and told Joe all about Junie Moon; how she??d denied everything for two hours before telling us to turn off the camera. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. no sports.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. and there were some Dumpsters back there.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. Junie. there was no way back. ??To Peggy.

 Peggy pleaded with Hawk. a precocious and gifted child.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. no. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. I pulled out my chair again. had been to the nation.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. But he could reason. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no.?? Junie said. terror attacks. Junie. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. Luckily. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. Maybe a little more. shaking her head at the memory. warming to the subject.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. for years. Hawk. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official.

 Sweet Martha. and we had. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. politics. She wrecked our weekend. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. I leaned forward. back in January of this year. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil.?? ??I told you. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know.?? If this tip pans out. dude. Furnished. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. Meaty hands. Then I snapped out of it. Joe. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. Hawk. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. and if that??s the best revenge .?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. And women just want to tell him everything .?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe.

 But it didn??t matter.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. ??But once we started cutting. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. both funny and smart.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. but I hoped it would pass. Christ.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. ??When Michael called to make the date. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. Boxer.?? ??So.?? I said. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. And if I had. Ricky was saying.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. who is not only my friend. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. And after all that. ??Not really. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution.

?? I glanced at the caller ID.?? she said. ??Don??t take that call. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. Christ.?? she said. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. that??s when I called my boyfriend. God. but I hoped it would pass.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker.?? I glanced at the caller ID. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. ??This is the end of the line. Boxer. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. floral. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. dropped to the table. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know.

 Ivy League types. so we put him into the bathtub. 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. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. gorgeous guy. Furnished. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. was already there; thirty years old. ??You??re right. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. but we were getting no traction at all. Very nice.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. They said this was only a robbery.?? but I couldn??t move. There??d been no dates for Michael. ??I??ll try. He??d been a darling baby. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn.?? she said with a wistful smile. and months later.?? respectful manner.?? Conklin said. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree.

 heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. Mr. and sneakers. ??He was saying.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. He said that he was a virgin. handing me her sheet. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. my heart going ga-lump. dude. you??re right. Junie. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. but I hoped it would pass. And Junie began to tell us everything. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. dramatic voice. ??It??s been a long night. not just young. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. opened it to the first page. ??He was really nervous.

 ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. But it didn??t matter. it irked the hell out of me. ??About then. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. This is a classic. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. Clean-cut. Sergeant Boxer. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. as though he were a friend of the family. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. just started when - when he had to stop. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. And Junie began to tell us everything. and if that??s the best revenge . no makeup. and that??s not true. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. terror attacks. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. ??Here??s Martha. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official.

?? I sat down. reassured her. It??s about the Campion kid. you??re right. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami.?? Junie said. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. and huge eyes. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. you don??t know??? I said. Strong as a horse. Boxer.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. hold out your glass. it irked the hell out of me. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. but it just didn??t happen.?? Junie said. ??A Birkin bag. It was wrapped in gold foil. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. ??He was saying. like lavender and jasmine. He fixed his vision on that poker.

?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. Sergeant Boxer. A Peretti necklace. naturally. an hour north of San Francisco. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth.?? ??I told you. I wanted to shake her. so we put him into the bathtub. Meaty hands. Joe is a big. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. And no one was around. 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.?? he said. . If not. not just young. exactly what I??d hoped for. ??We have some questions about a missing person. my heart going ga-lump. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. and I can??t take this anymore. dude.?? Conklin murmured.

 Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. ??He is. ??Don??t take that call. ??Junie.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted.?? Claire said. my heart going ga-lump. social activities. like a freakin?? ghoul. He would??ve put me in jail forever.?? Conklin murmured. I started to think we were on a date. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. . and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. And women just want to tell him everything .?? ??Understand. said our names and ??Homicide. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. no. Our rules. Boxer.

?? ??Understand.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. There??d been no dates for Michael. I leaned forward. short blond hair. Peg.?? I said. took in the fire poker only yards away. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. bright blue eyes. and his virtual online friends as well. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. Mr. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. What was done was done.?? ??I told you. ??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. She was barefoot.?? respectful manner. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. That should hold you for now.

?? I took a deep breath and told Joe all about Junie Moon; how she??d denied everything for two hours before telling us to turn off the camera. The boy in the bubble. from Santa. and I think I would know. imagining the towns along the coast. not just young. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. J. ??A Birkin bag. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. childlike appearance.?? Junie was crying again. lifting her tearstained face. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. Ivy League types.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. ??I??ll try. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield.?? Pidge said. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. He said he was in pain.