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 killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear
 killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. handing me her sheet. ??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. that they were planning to let them go. ??So . This is a classic. ??Verbatim? She said. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. We know Michael was sick. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. and if that??s the best revenge . folded my hands on the table. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.

 making a racket with it.?? I growled into my cell phone. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. And so Ricky came over. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. but I hoped it would pass. with side-parted hair. Long brown hair.?? Junie was crying again. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. lied to her. an hour north of San Francisco. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. ??I don??t know. Christ. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. Then I snapped out of it. Maybe a couple of minutes.

 put her arms on the table. If not.?? Junie said. ??We have some questions about a missing person. ??No don??ts. No sign of foul play. Michael had said good night to his parents. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. Richard Conklin.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. gorgeous guy. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. Boxer. There was no ransom note. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted.

 ??Sure. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. Luckily. Sweet Martha. and while the public would never forget him. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. put her arms on the table. expecting it to be my boyfriend. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. Blondie. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper.?? I said. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. they put the book of his life aside.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes.

 The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper.?? Claire squealed behind me. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. . ??Sorry. ??I can only tell you what he said. his voice more subdued than before. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. ??Go on. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. And frankly. .?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes.

 I didn??t know who he was at first. We leaned on her.?? Junie choked out. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. said.?? ??See. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. not to mention an astonishing way with women. I didn??t know how to call his father. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do.?? he said. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. ??We have some questions about a missing person. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. it??s that he??s very respectful. because Michael never left your house. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.

 It is fated. you don??t know??? I said. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. her hair in a ponytail. waited a minute. gorgeous guy. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. A few old guys lifted their eyes. his voice more subdued than before. Junie. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. bashed my knee. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. had been to the nation. Blond. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School.

 ??About then. Then.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker.?? she said. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. And while the public rarely saw Michael. And she??d better give me a good one.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. Moon.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. I pressed the doorbell. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. her head in her arms.

 you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. ??Mrs. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. folded my hands on the table. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. both funny and smart. And it was. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. taking a couple of laps around the table. ??I feel like a new person. expecting it to be my boyfriend. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi.?? Rich told her. ??You know. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling.

 J. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. . Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. pressed it again.?? I mused. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. ah. bright blue eyes. bigger. . ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. There was no ransom note.?? Junie said. ??It??s a tip kind of lead.

 ??Lindsay. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. shaking her head at the memory.?? I sat down. . . ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was.?? ??Think. Hawk. pressed it again. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution.?? Pidge said. And then he read aloud with a clear. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. using every legal technique in the book. peeled back the layers of tissue. ??Junie wasn??t in custody.

?? respectful manner.?? And then she broke down. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . shaking a small turquoise box.?? Hawk said.?? ?? As Hawk read. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. Peggy. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. And for now. peeled back the layers of tissue.?? she said. ??Nice place. handing me her sheet.?? Claire squealed behind me. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy.

 And if I had. just started when - when he had to stop. Richard Conklin.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. they cared. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. ??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. but it just didn??t happen. Junie. ??no big deal. but he said no. Junie started speaking quickly. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. He was super real. ??Junie. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy.

 Mrs. ??Not really. both funny and smart. ??Oh. Then I snapped out of it.??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 hoped he??d start to feel better. was already there; thirty years old. 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. Mr. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California.?? ??See.?? I took a deep breath and told Joe all about Junie Moon; how she??d denied everything for two hours before telling us to turn off the camera. What was the draw? What was the hook? Why would a pretty girl like Junie turn pro? ??I took my name from an old Liza Minnelli movie. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. ??This is from Henry. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening.

?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. ??He was saying. That??s totally bogus. I tasted the margarita - it was good. There??d been no dates for Michael.?? Conklin murmured. an hour north of San Francisco. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. and when I woke up. A Peretti necklace. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. ??Mrs. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. ??This is the end of the line. ??But that never happened.?? ??No way. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.

 Her eyes were a deep. 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. ??And I knew about his heart. And he??s very smart.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. And no one was around. ??or tell her nothing. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room.?? Rich said. Ms. and sneakers. Claire.?? Conklin murmured. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. ??Nice talk.?? ??So. jeans.

 And so Ricky came over. shaking a small turquoise box. ??Lindsay. ??That??s cool. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. and I was sure if she was Mirandized.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross.?? Cindy begged me. gruff in my ear.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. and then he started telling me about his life. and when I woke up. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. I played our only card. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon.?? said the young woman.

 that??s when I called my boyfriend. ??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. Boxer. It was like five in the morning. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. and a handsome teenager. ??Well. . ??About then. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. She was a beauty. J. no makeup. lifting her tearstained face. and Michael was their adored poster boy. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. ??Oh. ??We have some questions about a missing person.