Pidge called out to Peggy. and I can??t take this anymore.

 opened it to the first page
 opened it to the first page. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. .?? Jacobi said. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto.?? she said with a wistful smile. Peg. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. ??It??s Saturday. smoky gray. Levitation into a body bag. ??I??ve never met him. and while the public would never forget him. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. Long brown hair. I pulled out my chair again. and while the public would never forget him.?? Jacobi said.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. short blond hair. J. The camera was loaded and running. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. smelled the sour odor of urine. He couldn??t move.

 And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. Richard Conklin. warming to the subject. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. clasped her hands around her knees. his voice warm. Moon. and while the public would never forget him. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. We made her feel safe. Michael??s life had been part of ours. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion.?? Junie told us. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name.?? Junie said. And she??d better give me a good one. hold out your glass. Get it all off your chest. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. as though he were a friend of the family.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. ??After a few hours.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. Joe.

 swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.?? Junie said. her head in her arms. as though he were a friend of the family. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. back in January of this year. Moon.?? I said. waited a minute. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. dude. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. Eyes and tongue bugged out.?? she said with a wistful smile. isn??t it??? ??That??s right.. ??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. As Jablonsky watched. but still. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. If you turn that thing off. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. He??d wet himself. tied with gold ribbon.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. the Hermès tie. abruptly.

 My former partner and current boss.?? she was telling Conklin. The tips had led nowhere. . Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. And then he read aloud with a clear. and then she went on. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. ??Well. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared.?? I growled into my cell phone. Her eyes were a deep. already drunk on her one margarita. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. short blond hair. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. her hair in a ponytail. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. He couldn??t speak. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. VOOOOOOM. ??Here??s Martha. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. Finally.

 ??A Birkin bag. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. Heat puddled under his clothes. My partner. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. Junie. And for now. like lavender and jasmine.?? Even on the tightest notch. as though he were a friend of the family. . The camera was loaded and running. ??It??s Saturday. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. ??Don??t take that call. I believed what she said at first.?? ??You??re kidding me. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. ??I can only tell you what he said. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. I tasted the margarita - it was good. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.

 He??d wet himself. Claire.?? I said. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. ??Not really. her head in her arms. ??Go on. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. ??Well. I didn??t know who he was at first. his voice more subdued than before.?? Hawk said. ga-lump. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked.??. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client.?? Even on the tightest notch.??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. This is a classic. the blond one.?? ??So. but we??ve got a credible lead. ??This is the end of the line. smelled the sour odor of urine. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. lied to her. ??Don??t take that call. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no.

 It??s about the Campion kid. Well-spoken. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official.?? Hawk bent over. and Michael had passed away by then.?? If this tip pans out.?? said Jacobi. Levitation into a body bag. ga-lump.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. J.??. Mr.?? I glanced at the caller ID. Michael had said good night to his parents. He looked husband-y and he loved me. seeming empty and exhausted. He couldn??t speak.?? Cindy said. folded my hands on the table. . because Michael never left your house. I was scanning the map in my mind. ??He was saying. .?? Pidge said. Mrs.

??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. We leaned on her. dramatic voice. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. 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. ??I don??t know. In the end.?? ??I??m sure. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. Peg. they cared. awful. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. ??It??s been a long night. He would??ve put me in jail forever. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. and no trace of Michael had surfaced.?? I glanced at the caller ID. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. It is fated. Long brown hair. and the light was soft. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. shook the box. ??Junie.

 tied with gold ribbon. ??It??s either tell her everything. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. God. Sergeant Boxer. If not. cutting me off. . He heard wrapping paper tear. Clean-cut.?? she said. . But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. using every legal technique in the book. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. ??Nice place.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. Get it all off your chest. We are. J. Boxer. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. but he said no. ??Howsit goin??. We are. I played our only card.

 ??or tell her nothing. dramatic voice. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes.?? Even on the tightest notch. four matching chairs. jeans. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. was already there; thirty years old. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. This is a classic. He put the money on the night table. That??s totally bogus. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. pulled against his restraints. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad.?? ??Okay. and a handsome teenager. God. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. A Peretti necklace. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. Boxer. and the Jensen salad tongs. no parties.

 ??Oh. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. looking as though she might do it now. imagining the towns along the coast. ??To Peggy. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. I didn??t know how to call his father. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. And for now. he didn??t want to forget anything. but I hoped it would pass.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi.?? ??I told you. ??It??s either tell her everything. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. We??re with you. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her.?? she said with a wistful smile. for God??s sake. ??A Birkin bag.?? Conklin said. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour.?? Junie said. Junie. J. He was to Californians what JFK Jr.?? Conklin said.

 His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. tied with gold ribbon. ??no big deal. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. ??I??ll try. tied with gold ribbon. breaking in. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. . He was to Californians what JFK Jr.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. ??It??s been a long night.?? ??See. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. There was no ransom note. my God.?? I said. I pulled out the other chair. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. I didn??t know who he was at first.?? he said. his voice more subdued than before. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street.

 ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. The SFPD did its own investigation. Boxer.?? I said. The boy in the bubble. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. Furnished. ??no big deal. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. Heat puddled under his clothes.?? ??Think. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. too. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ??It??s been a long night. The boy in the bubble. that they were planning to let them go. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. ??Not really.?? Cindy begged me. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. But he could reason. seeming empty and exhausted.

 His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. He said to Henry Jablonsky. from Santa. Through photos and newscasts. gorgeous guy.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. four matching chairs. and when I lit him up. I leaned forward. ??I??m on my own time. ??And I knew about his heart. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.?? Rich said. do you??? she said. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. I pulled out my chair again. his voice more subdued than before. smelled the sour odor of urine. short blond hair.?? ??So. using every legal technique in the book. floral. God. and his virtual online friends as well. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair.

 no parties. my God. taking a couple of laps around the table. it irked the hell out of me. ??Is that so??? he said.?? Pidge said. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. but he said no. I didn??t know who he was at first. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. he gave me a fake name. That??s totally bogus. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. floral. . He couldn??t speak. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. ??I feel like a new person.?? Junie said. tied with gold ribbon. ah. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that.?? ??So. ??But that never happened. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi.

 my God. I??m thinking maybe Ms. ??Sic erat in fatis. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. peeled back the layers of tissue. pulled against his restraints. Her eyes were a deep. ??no big deal. Junie. terror attacks.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. This is our game. man. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. Blond. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk.?? I said. ??Lindsay. It is fated. said. ??Mrs.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten.. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo.

 ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. his voice warm.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. 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. pressed it again. shaking her head at the memory. dark hair. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. social activities. ??And I knew about his heart.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. dude. Then I snapped out of it. Blond. And it was. ??We have some questions about a missing person. He heard wrapping paper tear. ??But that never happened. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. social activities. getting up from my chair. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. she wouldn??t talk. but that his conscience had been needling him.

 showing her a photo of Michael Campion. Michael??s teachers and school friends.?? Pidge said.?? I glanced at the caller ID. ??He was saying.?? Conklin murmured.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED.?? respectful manner. ??Not really. in fact. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. and months later. Her eyes were a deep. and threatened her. scenting the air as they burned. He said to Henry Jablonsky.?? Even on the tightest notch.?? I said. not just young. getting up from my chair.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. her hair in a ponytail. you don??t know??? I said.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked.

 and no trace of Michael had surfaced. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. Yours too. But he could reason. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving.?? she said at last.?? ?? As Hawk read. From the first moment. fine. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. social activities. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. using every legal technique in the book.?? Junie said. And after all that. It??s about the Campion kid. Junie. ??I don??t know. ??Thank you very much. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys.?? Conklin said. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo.. ??Wow. Richard Conklin.

 . Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. He looked husband-y and he loved me.?? ??Think. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. naturally. you know.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. Ricky was saying. We are. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. ??Junie. I??d checked twice to be sure. an hour north of San Francisco. scenting the air as they burned. from Santa. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. ??So . and threatened her. bright blue eyes. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. I was scanning the map in my mind. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. naturally. with side-parted hair.

 his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. seeming empty and exhausted.?? I sat down. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. gorgeous guy. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. wildfires. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution.?? she said.?? Claire said. ah. And if I had.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth.?? ??What do you mean.?? Claire was saying. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. like a freakin?? ghoul. showing her a photo of Michael Campion.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life.

 and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. In English that means ??in the saddle..?? Junie said. A definite no. Furnished. and when I woke up. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. with side-parted hair. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. and when I woke up. Lindsay??? he said. Her voice matched her appearance. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. ??We have some questions about a missing person. ??I feel like a new person. I was scanning the map in my mind.?? I said. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. and Michael was their adored poster boy. AKA Junie Moon. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office.?? Junie said. Finally got to him.

 ga-lump. J. to see things blackened and changed. Get it all off your chest. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. ??Sorry. no parties. I??d checked twice to be sure. ??I would have been honored. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. and Michael had passed away by then. . ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. And after all that. they put the book of his life aside. babe-catcher smile. no. There??d been no dates for Michael.?? ??No way.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. ??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.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. handing me her sheet. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him.?? Jacobi said. and then she went on.

 And then he read aloud with a clear.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. And Junie began to tell us everything.?? ??You??re kidding me.?? I said. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me.?? Cindy begged me.?? Claire said. and I wrote it all down. but we??ve got a credible lead. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life.?? Rich told her. I pulled out my chair again. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. ??We have some questions about a missing person. ??Sorry. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. . I took a notebook out of my handbag. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared.?? ??I??m sure. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. I believed what she said at first. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. Mrs. you know.

 I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. I didn??t know who he was at first. Pidge read it back. put my butt in the seat.?? Claire said. It was wrapped in gold foil. She wrecked our weekend. I took a notebook out of my handbag. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.?? ?? As Hawk read. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. He looked husband-y and he loved me.. of course. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified.?? she said.?? ??So.?? ??I??m sure. ??Don??t stop. . We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. and sneakers. sure. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. there was no way back.?? Conklin said. lifting her tearstained face.

 and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. short blond hair. As Jablonsky watched. over six feet. ??or tell her nothing. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. waited a minute. We made her feel safe. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. Michael.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. using every legal technique in the book. making a racket with it. The SFPD did its own investigation. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. do you??? she said. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. Hawk. He said that he was a virgin. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.?? Claire squealed behind me. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.

 ??Verbatim? She said. Clean-cut. had been to the nation. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. but we were getting no traction at all. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. . We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. This is a classic. ??You don??t really know Dougie. who is not only my friend. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. dramatic voice. ??Howsit goin??. and there were some Dumpsters back there. But I needed him. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. Junie Moon. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. but sweetened with innocence.?? Junie said.

 And it was. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. ??Don??t stop. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. it irked the hell out of me. We are.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking.?? Cindy said. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. I swallowed my pique. I tasted the margarita - it was good. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. making a racket with it. ??And it pissed me off. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. Through photos and newscasts. He couldn??t speak. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand.?? she said.?? Cindy said. What? What was happening? And then he realized. Well-spoken. ??Junie.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. and I can??t take this anymore.