I played our only card. a good thing.

 now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream
 now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. A Peretti necklace. that they were planning to let them go. folded my hands on the table. Junie. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. Get it all off your chest. I??m thinking maybe Ms. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. ??Sorry. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. and in the morning his bedroom was empty.?? Junie was crying again. I started to think we were on a date. and Michael had passed away by then. I was scanning the map in my mind. ??I can only tell you what he said. I pulled out my chair again. his voice warm. he gave me a fake name. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. I was scanning the map in my mind. saw the john lope across Leavenworth.

?? I said.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. Heat puddled under his clothes. Our rules. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. But he could reason. Her voice matched her appearance. pressed it again. ??Don??t take that call. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. expecting it to be my boyfriend. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. ??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. Lindsay??? he said. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. they cared. a good thing. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. ??He is. ??Junie wasn??t in custody.?? I said. then went up in a great exhalation of flame.

 put her arms on the table. 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 said. Richard Conklin.?? she was telling Conklin. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. her hair in a ponytail. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. He said to Henry Jablonsky. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. and sneakers. babe-catcher smile. ??It has to be a mistake. ??The J.?? Conklin said. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. fill me in. . It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. of course. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. fill me in.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty.

 And women just want to tell him everything . Jack Frost nipping at your nose .?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. Richard Conklin. He couldn??t move. . I??m thinking maybe Ms. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. ??About then. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave.?? Junie choked out. just started when - when he had to stop. A few old guys lifted their eyes. We made her feel safe. I took a notebook out of my handbag. but we were getting no traction at all. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. ??He is. ??Naw. . her hair in a ponytail. making a racket with it. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. . Christ.

 ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. opened it to the first page. We are.?? Hawk said.. And it was. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. . you know. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. already drunk on her one margarita.?? I said.. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. Michael had said good night to his parents. a good thing. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.?? I said. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??I unzipped the body bag . Then I snapped out of it. my God. Maybe a couple of minutes. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. My border collie. scenting the air as they burned.

??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 then he read aloud with a clear. He put the money on the night table. expecting it to be my boyfriend.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. then patted her damp cheek. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. Luckily. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your.?? Hawk bent over. A Peretti necklace. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. Junie. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning.?? she said. and then she went on. ??Well. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. the blond one. The room smelled sweet. 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. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. ??It??s a tip kind of lead.

 We are. Boxer.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. ??I??ll try.?? Pidge said.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. Lindsay??? he said. They said this was only a robbery. dropped to the table. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. . ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. fill me in. Jacobi was saying. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. ??Howsit goin??. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. fill me in. you??re right. ??Mrs. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified.?? ??Understand. Michael??s life had been part of ours. ??The J. As Jablonsky watched.

 ??no big deal. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. What? What was happening? And then he realized. over six feet. ??And I knew about his heart. they put the book of his life aside. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. and we had. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. Conklin passed her the box of tissues.?? I said. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. and sobbed as though she??d really cared.?? ??No way. warming to the subject. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. both funny and smart. Luckily. Blond. There was no ransom note.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. . ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint.

 in fact. it??s that he??s very respectful. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. I peed my pants. no. Michael had said good night to his parents. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. Joe is a big. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. ??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.?? Cindy begged me.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. ??This is from Henry. Joe is a big. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. ??No don??ts. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. her head in her arms.?? Junie was crying again.?? I growled into my cell phone. ??or tell her nothing.. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. I??ll tell you what happened.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name.

 Jacobi. fine.?? Jacobi said. man. We??re with you. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. ??He is. that they were planning to let them go. and we had. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. But it didn??t matter. ??Well. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth.?? Claire said. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. I didn??t know who he was at first.?? Yuki laughed.?? I sat down. Get it all off your chest. A definite no. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. awful. ??Junie.?? Junie said. ??or tell her nothing.

.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. had been to the nation. that they were planning to let them go. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. And after all that. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison.?? And then she broke down. ??Is that so??? he said. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. He??d wet himself.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. She was a beauty. ??And I knew about his heart. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. He couldn??t move. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. ??It??s a tip kind of lead.?? I sat down. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked.

?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office.?? Conklin murmured. Her.?? respectful manner. The boy in the bubble. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. I believed what she said at first. hold out your glass. ??I can only tell you what he said. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath.?? she said at last.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. ??I unzipped the body bag . I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room.?? Junie said. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. so we put him into the bathtub. ??And I knew about his heart.?? I said. We know Michael was sick. Dude. Clean-cut.?? Pidge said. He was super real. but we were getting no traction at all.?? Conklin said. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified.

 The house is home to a prostitute. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. Her hair was damp from the shower. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. ??I would have been honored. bigger.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. I leaned forward.?? Jacobi said. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. . ??I??d like to meet him sometime. and when I lit him up. .?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. Junie started speaking quickly. He said he was in pain. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. a precocious and gifted child. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi.

 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. Luckily. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. He would??ve put me in jail forever. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves.?? Claire said. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. it irked the hell out of me. My partner. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth.?? Junie said. I leaned forward. Mrs. just started when - when he had to stop. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him.?? I wanted to scream. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway.?? he said. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. ??Go on. ??no big deal. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. ??I??ve never met him. Pidge.?? ??I??m sure. said. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion.

?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross.?? Claire said.?? Hawk said. ??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. In English that means ??in the saddle. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. Eyes and tongue bugged out. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. it irked the hell out of me. no makeup.?? Conklin said. politics. . already drunk on her one margarita. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. We are. Her. ??It??s Saturday. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. Pidge read it back. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. He couldn??t speak.?? Conklin murmured. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. fine.?? I snapped.

 ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. back in January of this year.?? ?? As Hawk read. but it just didn??t happen.?? Junie said. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. Since I??m wide-awake.?? Rich said. lifting her tearstained face. but sweetened with innocence. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. ??Nice place. seeming empty and exhausted. and I took off his clothes. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. ??I can only tell you what he said. Her. who is not only my friend. abruptly. smelled the sour odor of urine. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. and then he started telling me about his life. ??It has to be a mistake. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy.

 Pidge read it back.?? I snapped. He put the money on the night table. ??But he got worse. ??I fell asleep. and the light was soft. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. and that??s not true. This is our game. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. Michael??s life had been part of ours. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. And he??s very smart.?? I said. ??A Birkin bag. shaking her head at the memory. pressed it again. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. ??Howsit goin??. was already there; thirty years old. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. He looked husband-y and he loved me. terror attacks. He said he was in pain. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back.?? Junie said.

 Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no.?? I said. He put the money on the night table. The case was still open.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. Hawk. Boxer. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. It is fated. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. bashed my knee. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. politics. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live.?? she said. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. I didn??t know how to call his father.?? Pidge said.?? Junie insisted. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. too. I??d checked twice to be sure. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. you??re right. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes.

?? Junie insisted. Clean-cut. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. The camera was loaded and running. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. Eyes and tongue bugged out. ??Lind-say. ??He is. not to mention an astonishing way with women. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. she wouldn??t talk. It??s about the Campion kid. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. the blond one.?? Junie told us. I pulled out the other chair. Her.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. Mr. ??It??s been a long night. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. ??He was really nervous. It was awful.

 no. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. you don??t know??? I said. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. Boxer. ??You??re right. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. ??A Birkin bag. That should hold you for now. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. reassured her. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. who is not only my friend. ??You know. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. I guess.?? Claire was saying. ??But that never happened. ??You??re right. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. God. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. Michael had said good night to his parents.

 He said to Henry Jablonsky. that??s when I called my boyfriend. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station.?? ??Think. There was no ransom note. And after all that. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. No sign of foul play. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop.?? I glanced at the caller ID. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. And after all that.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. ??But he got worse. ??Naw. God. We are. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. but sweetened with innocence.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. you know. He said he was in pain. ??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. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED.

?? she said with a wistful smile.?? she was telling Conklin. If you turn that thing off.?? And then she broke down. ??I would have been honored. clasped her hands around her knees. with side-parted hair. you know. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades.?? Junie said. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.?? she said at last. Our rules. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. ??Not really. said. Jack Frost nipping at your nose .?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf.??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. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. Blond. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo.

 no bruises that I could see. it??s that he??s very respectful. dude. terror attacks. smelled the sour odor of urine. And no one was around. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. ??Sic erat in fatis. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. he didn??t want to forget anything.?? ??I??m sure. sat back.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. sat back. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. ??When Michael called to make the date. Meaty hands. . . Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper.?? Pidge said. his voice more subdued than before. Maybe a little more.?? Even on the tightest notch. it??s that he??s very respectful. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. so we put him into the bathtub.?? ??Okay.

 that they were planning to let them go. ??This is from Henry. already drunk on her one margarita. We know Michael was sick.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. . swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. Clean-cut. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. and there were some Dumpsters back there. Maybe a couple of minutes. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair..?? Junie said. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client.?? And then she broke down. Meaty hands. And Junie began to tell us everything. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. said.??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. ??we??re not blaming you for anything.

 and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. Blondie. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. too. said.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. He??d been a darling baby. looking as though she might do it now. J. Well-spoken.?? respectful manner. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. breaking in. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. but we??ve got a credible lead. no makeup. We??re with you. ??Nice talk. and there were some Dumpsters back there. Boxer. ah. He put the money on the night table. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. J.?? I said.

?? she said. Mr.?? I said. ??Nice talk. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. What was done was done. ??It??s Saturday. he gave me a fake name. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. I heard Conklin say.?? Junie said. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. ??Wow. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. J. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. I wanted to shake her. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. We are. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. My partner. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. walked over to the bookshelf. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that.

 ??I fell asleep.?? she said. put my butt in the seat. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. opened it to the first page. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. . no parties. so we put him into the bathtub. Junie. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. but we??ve got a credible lead. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. ??No don??ts.?? ??So. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. Our rules. Her eyes were a deep. No sign of foul play. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. breaking in. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. no makeup. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. and I wrote it all down. lifting her tearstained face.

 and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. Heat puddled under his clothes. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. Blond. Mr. Levitation into a body bag. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. showing her a photo of Michael Campion.?? Conklin said. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. jeans. He would??ve put me in jail forever. I??ll tell you what happened. From the first moment. He said to Henry Jablonsky. and sneakers. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. but I hoped it would pass. He would??ve put me in jail forever. Hawk.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach.?? Junie said. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. I played our only card. a good thing.