??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. . Boxer. it??s that he??s very respectful. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. the Hermès tie. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. Blondie. Ivy League types. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. I believed what she said at first.?? ??What do you mean. ??Nice talk. Mrs. It is fated. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. Hawk. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me.?? Hawk bent over. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. said our names and ??Homicide.?? Claire said. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. pressed it again. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. AKA Junie Moon. .?? I sat down. ??Go on. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. Well-spoken. Mrs. but we??ve got a credible lead. The SFPD did its own investigation.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. Mr. dude. but it just didn??t happen. ??Here??s Martha. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. her head in her arms. and months later. Blond. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. then went up in a great exhalation of flame.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??It??s Saturday. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over.?? ??You??re kidding me.. I didn??t know how to call his father.?? I said. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. ??He is.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. ??Lindsay. The boy in the bubble.?? Jacobi said. ??And I knew about his heart. I was scanning the map in my mind. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. ??But that never happened. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. but we??ve got a credible lead.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. ??I fell asleep. . ??So what did you do with his body. We leaned on her. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist.?? she said at last. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. ??A Birkin bag.?? Junie said. It is fated. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. both funny and smart. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. dramatic voice. The camera was loaded and running. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe.. . ?? And then she broke down. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. no.?? I wanted to scream. .?? ??You??re kidding me. My partner. This is our game. said.?? Rich told her. Junie started speaking quickly. too. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. fine. a good thing. not just young. from Santa. dark hair.?? ??Understand. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. her head in her arms.?? I said. both funny and smart. just started when - when he had to stop. Furnished. ??Not really. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. Michael??s life had been part of ours.?? ??I told you. Maybe there really was some goodness in them.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. ??He was saying. VOOOOOOM.?? I said.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. and if that??s the best revenge . said. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. they cared. said. And he??s very smart. said. It was wrapped in gold foil. ??Sic erat in fatis. He was to Californians what JFK Jr.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear.?? Pidge said.?? Jacobi said. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill.?? I wanted to scream. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. J. pressed it again. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. Pidge. ??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. Maybe a little more. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. but we were getting no traction at all. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. He said that he was a virgin. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. short blond hair.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. already drunk on her one margarita.?? she said with a wistful smile. And so Ricky came over. no. ??It??s either tell her everything. I loved him. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. ??no big deal. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. Blond. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. I??m thinking maybe Ms. My former partner and current boss. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. Junie. He put the money on the night table. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree.?? I snapped. The SFPD did its own investigation. Dude. was already there; thirty years old. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. and Michael was their adored poster boy. I pressed the doorbell.?? respectful manner. He looked husband-y and he loved me. and sneakers. He looked husband-y and he loved me. my God. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. and I think I would know.?? Junie told us. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. Sweet Martha.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. . He would??ve put me in jail forever. ??Thank you very much. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. you??re right. Blond. but he said no. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. ??About then. My border collie. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. I loved him. calling out titles. He??d been a darling baby. Boxer. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.?? I shook my head thinking about it. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. Finally got to him. and the light was soft. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. He would??ve put me in jail forever. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. Mrs. ??A Birkin bag. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. with side-parted hair. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. He fixed his vision on that poker. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. it??s nothing. AKA Junie Moon. he gave me a fake name. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. it??s that he??s very respectful. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. Michael??s life had been part of ours. for God??s sake. her voice trembling just a bit. ??Shifting from one foot to the other.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. My partner. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. just started when - when he had to stop. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. and Michael had passed away by then. Meaty hands. then patted her damp cheek.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. We leaned on her. my God.

 ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station
 ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. . Boxer. it??s that he??s very respectful. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. the Hermès tie. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. Blondie. Ivy League types. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. I believed what she said at first.?? ??What do you mean. ??Nice talk. Mrs. It is fated.

 ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. Hawk. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me.?? Hawk bent over. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. said our names and ??Homicide.?? Claire said. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. pressed it again. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. AKA Junie Moon. .?? I sat down.

 ??Go on. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. Well-spoken. Mrs. but we??ve got a credible lead. The SFPD did its own investigation.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. Mr. dude. but it just didn??t happen. ??Here??s Martha. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. her head in her arms. and months later. Blond.

 ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. then went up in a great exhalation of flame.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??It??s Saturday. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over.?? ??You??re kidding me.. I didn??t know how to call his father.?? I said. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. ??He is.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping.

 He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. ??Lindsay. The boy in the bubble.?? Jacobi said. ??And I knew about his heart. I was scanning the map in my mind. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. ??But that never happened. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. but we??ve got a credible lead.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. ??I fell asleep. . ??So what did you do with his body. We leaned on her.

 Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist.?? she said at last. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. ??A Birkin bag.?? Junie said. It is fated. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. both funny and smart. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. dramatic voice. The camera was loaded and running. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe.. .

?? And then she broke down. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. no.?? I wanted to scream. .?? ??You??re kidding me. My partner. This is our game. said.?? Rich told her. Junie started speaking quickly. too. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. fine. a good thing.

 not just young. from Santa. dark hair.?? ??Understand. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. her head in her arms.?? I said. both funny and smart. just started when - when he had to stop. Furnished. ??Not really. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. Michael??s life had been part of ours.?? ??I told you. Maybe there really was some goodness in them.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin.

 ??He was saying. VOOOOOOM.?? I said.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. and if that??s the best revenge . said. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. they cared. said. And he??s very smart. said. It was wrapped in gold foil. ??Sic erat in fatis. He was to Californians what JFK Jr.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear.?? Pidge said.?? Jacobi said.

 and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill.?? I wanted to scream. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. J. pressed it again. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. Pidge. ??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. Maybe a little more. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. but we were getting no traction at all. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi.

 He said that he was a virgin. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. short blond hair.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. already drunk on her one margarita.?? she said with a wistful smile. And so Ricky came over. no. ??It??s either tell her everything. I loved him. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. ??no big deal. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. pleading to Conklin with her eyes.

 Blond. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. I??m thinking maybe Ms. My former partner and current boss. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. Junie. He put the money on the night table. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree.?? I snapped. The SFPD did its own investigation. Dude. was already there; thirty years old. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. and Michael was their adored poster boy.

 I pressed the doorbell.?? respectful manner. He looked husband-y and he loved me. and sneakers. He looked husband-y and he loved me. my God. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. and I think I would know.?? Junie told us. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. Sweet Martha.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. .

 He would??ve put me in jail forever. ??Thank you very much. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. you??re right. Blond. but he said no. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. ??About then. My border collie. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. I loved him. calling out titles. He??d been a darling baby.

 Boxer. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.?? I shook my head thinking about it. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. Finally got to him. and the light was soft. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. He would??ve put me in jail forever. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. Mrs. ??A Birkin bag. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. with side-parted hair.

 Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. He fixed his vision on that poker. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. it??s nothing. AKA Junie Moon. he gave me a fake name. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. it??s that he??s very respectful. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. Michael??s life had been part of ours. for God??s sake. her voice trembling just a bit. ??Shifting from one foot to the other.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name.?? ??You got around to having sex with him.

 His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. My partner. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. just started when - when he had to stop. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. and Michael had passed away by then. Meaty hands. then patted her damp cheek.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. We leaned on her. my God.