heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.

 but we were getting no traction at all
 but we were getting no traction at all. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. but we??ve got a credible lead. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in.??. A definite no. walked over to the bookshelf.?? ??So. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. ??Verbatim? She said.

 but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. I pressed the doorbell.?? she said with a wistful smile. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. ??And it pissed me off. ??And it pissed me off. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. said. J.?? ??I told you. Sergeant Boxer. Maybe a little more. reassured her. This is a classic.

??. dude.??s are living well.?? I said. dude. Probably six two. ??Go on.??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 with you. . and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. ??Oh. She wrecked our weekend. waited a minute. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. She wrecked our weekend. I believed what she said at first.

 I leaned forward. But he could reason. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. Well-spoken. The camera was loaded and running.?? Claire said. Ricky was saying. Her voice matched her appearance. and the Jensen salad tongs.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. ??So . ??Howsit goin??.??s are living well. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. no makeup. Richard Conklin.

 Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. that??s when I called my boyfriend. ga-lump. ??I??d like to meet him sometime.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison.?? I repeated back at her. her hair in a ponytail. In English that means ??in the saddle. bashed my knee. Junie.

 ??Here??s Martha.?? ?? As Hawk read. ??Howsit goin??. ??Sure. it??s nothing. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky.?? Rich told her.?? Junie said. pulled against his restraints. Mr.?? ??Understand. Levitation into a body bag. took in the fire poker only yards away. ??Oh.?? Jacobi said. ??But he got worse. As his taillights disappeared around the corner.

 referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. The camera was loaded and running. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. peeled back the layers of tissue.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your.?? Junie said. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi.?? I said. of course. J. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. Eyes and tongue bugged out. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. But it didn??t matter. And after all that.

?? said Jacobi. ??A Birkin bag. ??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. clasped her hands around her knees. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband.??. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. ??But that never happened.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. We leaned on her. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. I believed what she said at first.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore.?? Conklin said. and threatened her. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. looking as though she might do it now.

 God. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. from Santa. He was to Californians what JFK Jr.?? Junie said. warming to the subject. bashed my knee. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. reassured her.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. fill me in.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. It??s about the Campion kid. Michael had said good night to his parents. like a freakin?? ghoul. Peggy pleaded with Hawk.

 ??This is from Henry.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. Clean-cut.?? Junie told us. ??Wow. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. . This is a classic. J. He??d wet himself. ??The J. said. J. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. ??Thank you. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.

 So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. it??s nothing. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. The house is home to a prostitute. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. Michael.?? I glanced at the caller ID. and a handsome teenager. they put the book of his life aside. Luckily. We are. fine. and sneakers. ??But that never happened. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. you know.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes.

?? Even on the tightest notch. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. too. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. Peggy. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. . The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. I wanted to shake her.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. Ivy League types. ??I??m on my own time. fine. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. And it was.?? And then she broke down.

?? Junie insisted.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. .?? Conklin murmured. Meaty hands. that they were planning to let them go.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??Is that so??? he said. I didn??t know who he was at first. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. and sneakers. dropped to the table. dark hair. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend.

 Michael. Junie. and when I lit him up. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. Ms.?? she said.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. The SFPD did its own investigation.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me.?? Claire squealed behind me. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. warming to the subject.?? Junie said. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. ??I unzipped the body bag .

 It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified.?? Hawk said. ??About then. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. Junie. my God.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. What was done was done.?? she said. naturally. Claire. She was barefoot. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife.

?? I said. This is our game.?? ??So. In the end. I wanted to shake her. my God.?? ??No way.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. ??I??ll try. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. too.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. Joe is a big. and when I lit him up. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life.

 four matching chairs. ah. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. In the end. dude. Ivy League types. handing me her sheet.?? Junie said. In the end. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. gruff in my ear.?? Cindy said. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. It was like five in the morning. 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. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.