gray-tiled room with a metal table. ??This is the end of the line.?? I said.

 walked over to the bookshelf
 walked over to the bookshelf. . and huge eyes.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. fill me in.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. And frankly. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream.?? And then she broke down. ??But he got worse.?? I said. I loved him. ??Naw.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your.?? she said. It??s about the Campion kid. Junie Moon.??s are living well. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. and a handsome teenager. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. ??And I knew about his heart. And for now. not to mention an astonishing way with women. Ricky was saying. but it just didn??t happen.

 showing her a photo of Michael Campion. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. Jacobi was saying. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Peg. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. ??To Peggy. taking a couple of laps around the table. Get it all off your chest. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.??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. but I hoped it would pass. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. Maybe a couple of minutes.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. . ??Don??t stop. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. Mrs. We??re with you. and if that??s the best revenge . He couldn??t move. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying.

?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. 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 told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. shaking her head at the memory.?? I shook my head thinking about it. Junie. he gave me a fake name. My former partner and current boss. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. AKA Junie Moon. It was like five in the morning. Mr. my heart going ga-lump. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box.?? Cindy said. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. That??s totally bogus. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. ??Sorry. He put the money on the night table. but we were getting no traction at all.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. sat back. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath.

 Maybe a little more. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful.?? she said. dude.?? Hawk said.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. calling out titles. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. looking as though she might do it now. He was super real. both funny and smart. Yours too. said.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. launching his amazing. ??Here??s Martha.?? she said. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. My former partner and current boss. but that his conscience had been needling him. but that his conscience had been needling him. my heart going ga-lump.?? Pidge called out to Peggy.

 I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. and the Jensen salad tongs.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. Ms. sure. no bruises that I could see.?? Hawk said. for years. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.?? Yuki laughed. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. who is not only my friend.?? Conklin said. ??Howsit goin??.?? respectful manner. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. He couldn??t speak.?? I snapped. social activities.?? ??No way.?? Hawk bent over. He??d wet himself.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker.

 ??Thank you very much. already drunk on her one margarita. there was no way back. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. ??Not really. she wouldn??t talk. reassured her. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. He was super real.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??And so I was ??it. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. It was like five in the morning.?? 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. It??s about the Campion kid. man.?? said the young woman. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive.?? And then she broke down.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. ??Verbatim? She said. J. She wrecked our weekend.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. sure.

 tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. so we put him into the bathtub. ??I unzipped the body bag . And it was. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. Her eyes were a deep. I believed what she said at first. Our rules. ??But once we started cutting. And if I had. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. I pressed the doorbell. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. over six feet. bashed my knee. ??About then. like a freakin?? ghoul. ??Well. fine. Michael had said good night to his parents. peeled back the layers of tissue. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. It is fated. ??If you want in on this. ??I??d like to meet him sometime.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly.

 ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. ??A Birkin bag. There were no track marks on her arms. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. Finally got to him. He said that he was a virgin. ??And I knew about his heart. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. . That??s totally bogus. ??But once we started cutting. Junie. Hawk. both funny and smart. over six feet. no bruises that I could see. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. Furnished.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. seeming empty and exhausted. ??Howsit goin??. and sneakers.?? Junie said. As his taillights disappeared around the corner.

?? ??Understand. ??If you want in on this. no parties. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. I guess. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. Michael??s life had been part of ours. as though he were a friend of the family. said our names and ??Homicide. Luckily. Michael. my God. I took a notebook out of my handbag. getting up from my chair. He said he was in pain. gruff in my ear.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours.?? Junie choked out. that??s when I called my boyfriend. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. and that made it even less understandable. ??Thank you. clasped her hands around her knees. 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. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world.

 ??Sic erat in fatis. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. ??Wow.?? ??I??m sure. I believed what she said at first.?? I snapped. over six feet. Mr. Mrs. ??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. I loved him. That??s totally bogus. Michael??s teachers and school friends. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. this one flaking and in need of repair. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. shaking her head at the memory. But he could reason. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. 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. ??It has to be a mistake. ??No don??ts. ??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.

TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. And if I had. ??No don??ts. But he could reason. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. and I wrote it all down. No sign of foul play. ??And I knew about his heart. 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. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth.?? Conklin said. Lindsay??? he said. I started to think we were on a date. We know Michael was sick. Myrtle Bays. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. I was scanning the map in my mind. Junie??? I asked.?? but I couldn??t move. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. Luckily. Richard Conklin. Dude.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. ??A Birkin bag. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. Probably six two.

 then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. 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.?? Jacobi said. Moon. J. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. She was barefoot. making a racket with it.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. ??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. ??Oh. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. ??Not really. politics. AKA Junie Moon. Blondie. Valentina. Moon. ??Sure. The camera was loaded and running. ah. . bright blue eyes.

 and no trace of Michael had surfaced. And frankly. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. no. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. Junie Moon. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. but it just didn??t happen. ??That??s cool. The camera was loaded and running. ??I can only tell you what he said.?? ??So. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. peeled back the layers of tissue.?? Junie said. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. bashed my knee. Mrs. opened it to the first page. as though he were a friend of the family. they put the book of his life aside. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains.?? ??I told you.?? she said with a wistful smile.

 Michael had said good night to his parents.?? Junie was crying again.?? I said. ??Lindsay. her voice trembling just a bit. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. using every legal technique in the book.?? I said. He would??ve put me in jail forever. jeans. It was like five in the morning. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. ??And so I was ??it. using every legal technique in the book. but we were getting no traction at all. Then. peeled back the layers of tissue. Yours too. I leaned forward. they cared.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. ??I would have been honored. Junie. ??We have some questions about a missing person. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. he didn??t want to forget anything. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview.

 But it didn??t matter. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. I didn??t know how to call his father. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. lifting her tearstained face. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. Through photos and newscasts. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. wildfires.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. ah. We know Michael was sick.?? she said. And if I had. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. an hour north of San Francisco. childlike appearance.?? ??So. . a precocious and gifted child. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. fill me in.?? Jacobi said. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. Peggy pleaded with Hawk.?? I wanted to scream.

 ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. And after all that. Jacobi was saying. He couldn??t speak. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. This is a classic. He said he was in pain.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. no bruises that I could see. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi.?? Pidge called out to Peggy.?? he said. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. Pidge read it back.?? ??I??m sure. but still. politics. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. There??d been no dates for Michael. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. and the Jensen salad tongs.

 Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. ??After a few hours. ??He got worse. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. Junie Moon invited us in.?? ??What do you mean.?? Claire said. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. actually transformed by grief.?? ?? As Hawk read.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. Ivy League types. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. ??Go on. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. Blondie. It is fated. pulled against his restraints. put her arms on the table. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. seeming empty and exhausted. It was awful. Tell. ??You know. shaking a small turquoise box.

?? I sat down. and I was sure if she was Mirandized.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. jeans. naturally. Maybe a couple of minutes. ??It??s been a long night. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. Since I??m wide-awake. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. There were no track marks on her arms. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. Mr. Boxer.?? Cindy said. Ms.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky.?? I shook my head thinking about it. in fact. This is our game. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station.?? Claire said. my heart going ga-lump.

 Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. Jacobi was saying. 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. The room smelled sweet. hold out your glass.?? Cindy said. Maybe a couple of minutes. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. ??Michael died??? I asked her. and that made it even less understandable. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. He couldn??t speak.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. Our rules.?? Junie choked out. I started to think we were on a date. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive.?? Jacobi said.?? I snapped. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. ??Nice place.. And if I had. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. childlike appearance.

 but sweetened with innocence. Myrtle Bays. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.?? Conklin murmured.?? 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. And she??d better give me a good one.?? 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. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. J. I??d checked twice to be sure.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. ??Thank you very much. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. actually transformed by grief. ??Michael died??? I asked her. dramatic voice. Eyes and tongue bugged out. And it was. no. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. He was super real. ??This is from Henry. ah. ??or tell her nothing. Maybe a couple of minutes.

 expecting it to be my boyfriend. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. I wanted to shake her. Furnished. . The boy in the bubble. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.?? ??So. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour.?? I repeated back at her. ??I??ll try.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. of course.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. Both of them. I tasted the margarita - it was good. Long brown hair. ??No don??ts. Sergeant Boxer. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. peeled back the layers of tissue. calling out titles. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. 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. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song.

 Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. It??s about the Campion kid. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. ??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. God. ??This is from Henry. The SFPD did its own investigation. terror attacks. But it didn??t matter. ??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. The boy in the bubble. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion.?? Junie insisted. ??Sure. ??No don??ts. J. taking a couple of laps around the table. ??I unzipped the body bag . hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. ??I feel like a new person. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. but that his conscience had been needling him. ??Sure. shook the box.?? 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.

 He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. put her arms on the table. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. then patted her damp cheek. In the end. a good thing. . .?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes.?? she said. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon.?? Junie choked out. In English that means ??in the saddle. taking a couple of laps around the table. put my butt in the seat. A Peretti necklace. J. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. ??Go on. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. do you??? she said. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. sat back. It was wrapped in gold foil. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. Hawk.

?? I said. Michael??s life had been part of ours. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. She wrecked our weekend. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. ??Lindsay. . smelled the sour odor of urine. A few old guys lifted their eyes. said. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. ??I??ve never met him. Boxer. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. Furnished.?? I snapped. ??Oh. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. Mr. then patted her damp cheek.?? Cindy said. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper.

 both funny and smart. too. He was super real. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. he didn??t want to forget anything. cutting me off.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself..?? Claire said. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. Her. dramatic voice. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming.?? I said. pleading to Conklin with her eyes.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. Tell. And Junie began to tell us everything. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. and his virtual online friends as well. interviewing family members and retainers. ??His feet were hovering above the hay.

 looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. ??The J. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. No sign of foul play. ??Naw.?? ??What do you mean.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. ??You don??t really know Dougie.?? I said. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. ??This is the end of the line.?? I said. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. bigger. ??A Birkin bag.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. We know Michael was sick. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. with side-parted hair. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. He said that he was a virgin.?? said the young woman.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.

 ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. Michael??s life had been part of ours. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. J. and I was sure if she was Mirandized.?? I snapped. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. AKA Junie Moon.?? Junie said. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked.?? ??Understand. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. that they were planning to let them go.?? Junie choked out. ga-lump. The camera was loaded and running. I??ll tell you what happened.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. he gave me a fake name. Then. . Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. They said this was only a robbery.?? And then she broke down. ??Thank you very much.

 fine. and that??s not true. gruff in my ear. in fact. clasped her hands around her knees. expecting it to be my boyfriend. Dude. I took a notebook out of my handbag. And for now. ??I can only tell you what he said. he didn??t want to forget anything. Sweet Martha. my God. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. . ??This is from Henry. in fact. ??It??s either tell her everything. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. Michael. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. Michael had said good night to his parents. and if that??s the best revenge . they put the book of his life aside. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. ??This is the end of the line.?? I said.