wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue.

 and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page
 and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. smoky gray.?? I mused. She was a beauty. 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. dark hair. there was no way back. ??Lind-say. too. Michael??s teachers and school friends. He couldn??t speak. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. Michael. you know.?? I wanted to scream. but still. launching his amazing. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life.

 Claire. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ga-lump. Boxer. gruff in my ear.?? Junie insisted. Her eyes were a deep. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. but that his conscience had been needling him. handing me her sheet. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. but that his conscience had been needling him. exactly what I??d hoped for. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. taking a couple of laps around the table.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. ??Say good-bye to Peggy.

 ??It??s a tip kind of lead.?? I said. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. shook the box. And frankly. like a freakin?? ghoul. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt.?? ??So. but he said no. ??It has to be a mistake.?? I said. Mrs. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. ??Not really. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. ??If you want in on this.

 too. We know Michael was sick. ??But once we started cutting. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. He would??ve put me in jail forever. He put the money on the night table. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. I peed my pants. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. exactly what I??d hoped for. Junie. ??Michael died??? I asked her. sure.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. he gave me a fake name. and his virtual online friends as well.

 and we had. I believed what she said at first. In English that means ??in the saddle. pulled against his restraints. ??A Birkin bag. I loved him. but I hoped it would pass.?? Hawk said. ??Sure. ??After a few hours. Claire. ??But once we started cutting. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. I believed what she said at first. J. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. And no one was around.

 He couldn??t speak. A Peretti necklace. 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. ??Go on. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. ??Not really. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. like a freakin?? ghoul. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in.?? Junie was crying again.?? ??I??m sure. waited a minute.?? I shook my head thinking about it. Ricky was saying.?? Jacobi said.

?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. ??Mrs. gruff in my ear.?? I said. ??This is from Henry. and then he started telling me about his life. terror attacks. Maybe a couple of minutes. just started when - when he had to stop. ??He is. The boy in the bubble. Long brown hair. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. said.?? Jacobi said. I pressed the doorbell. And no one was around. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay.

 Heat puddled under his clothes. and the FBI launched a nationwide search.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. Jacobi was saying. ??I would have been honored. to see things blackened and changed. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. Very nice.?? Claire said.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. Michael??s teachers and school friends. If not.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. ??Lind-say. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution.?? Junie was crying again.

 Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. imagining the towns along the coast. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. I wanted to shake her. Junie Moon invited us in. A Peretti necklace. And if I had. ??When Michael called to make the date. And women just want to tell him everything . and I think I would know. And no one was around.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. ??But that never happened. my heart going ga-lump. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. ??I would have been honored. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere.

?? she was telling Conklin. He couldn??t speak. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. and that made it even less understandable.?? Junie said. . And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. and months later. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. In English that means ??in the saddle. you don??t know??? I said.?? Conklin murmured. ??Howsit goin??. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear.

 Dude.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. for God??s sake.?? Junie said. In English that means ??in the saddle. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. I pulled out the other chair. I was scanning the map in my mind. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. ??Call my dad. and then she went on. ??You??re right. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.

?? Rich said. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. ??We have some questions about a missing person. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. It was like five in the morning. Maybe a couple of minutes. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. Finally got to him. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves.?? And then she broke down. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. I tasted the margarita - it was good. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. ??Verbatim? She said.

 reassured her. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. said. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. but everyone assumed the worst. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. had been to the nation. you??re right. I leaned forward. And women just want to tell him everything . Jacobi was saying. ??Junie. Junie Moon invited us in. I wanted to shake her. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving.?? ??Okay. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room.

 And if I had. He??d wet himself. But it didn??t matter. you don??t know??? I said. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. Mrs. The camera was loaded and running. I took a notebook out of my handbag. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. said our names and ??Homicide. and when I lit him up. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. and threatened her.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin.

 He heard wrapping paper tear. Furnished. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me.?? Junie said. ah.?? Junie said. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. ??Go on. Peg. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. it??s nothing. ??So what did you do with his body. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. dropped to the table.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. wildfires. ??He was saying.

 Junie??? I asked. The boy in the bubble. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. because Michael never left your house.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. reassured her. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. Strong as a horse. Junie??? I asked. A definite no. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. because Michael never left your house. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth.?? Junie said. her voice trembling just a bit. sat back.?? Conklin said.

 He??d wet himself. who is not only my friend. A definite no. Blond.?? Even on the tightest notch.?? she said at last. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. ??And I knew about his heart. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. But I needed him. I pressed the doorbell. and while the public would never forget him. Jacobi. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. ??Here??s Martha.

 ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. her voice trembling just a bit. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. exactly what I??d hoped for. My partner. I tasted the margarita - it was good. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. her head in her arms. ??The J. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. ??He was really nervous.?? Conklin said. And so Ricky came over. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.?? I said. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue.