investigation. and I was sure if she was Mirandized.

 now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream
 now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. I didn??t know who he was at first. I leaned forward.. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. pleading to Conklin with her eyes.??IT HAPPENED just like you said.?? Conklin said.?? Junie said. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. Christ. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. I was scanning the map in my mind. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. ??Take your time. ??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.?? she said at last. Claire. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. Our rules.

 ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. you know. He would??ve put me in jail forever. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. Boxer. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. you??re right. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. There were no track marks on her arms. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. I offered him a drink. ??I can only tell you what he said. and I wrote it all down. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour.?? I wanted to scream.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. J. Pidge.

 do you??? she said.?? ??Understand. imagining the towns along the coast. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. ??This is the end of the line. dark hair. politics. Then I snapped out of it. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. ??But that never happened. I guess. Boxer. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. I started to think we were on a date. ??You don??t really know Dougie. He couldn??t speak. awful. floral.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. Junie started speaking quickly. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom.

?? I said. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation.?? ??So. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. I swallowed my pique. Junie??? I asked. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.?? I said. using every legal technique in the book. in fact.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. And for now.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. you know. But he could reason.?? she said. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. but everyone assumed the worst. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.?? I mused. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield.

 ??Take your time. and that??s not true.?? said the young woman. I guess. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Her. ??But he got worse. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. We leaned on her. Long brown hair. interviewing family members and retainers. ??You know. Valentina.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. Then.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. abruptly. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.?? she said. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. And no one was around.

?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. Meaty hands. fine. Ivy League types.?? Conklin said. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. Moon. ??I can only tell you what he said. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ??Oh. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. Hawk. ??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. her head in her arms.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. taking a couple of laps around the table.?? Conklin said. ??Is that so??? he said. Her. opened it to the first page. ??Sorry.

 dramatic voice. I pulled out my chair again. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. Then I snapped out of it. Peggy pleaded with Hawk.?? Junie said.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. This is a classic. If not. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.?? I said. and that??s not true. ??Don??t stop. And so Ricky came over. and I wrote it all down. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. They said this was only a robbery. that they were planning to let them go.

 And no one was around. calling out titles. What? What was happening? And then he realized. shook the box. And women just want to tell him everything . ??When Michael called to make the date. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. politics. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station.?? I said. bashed my knee.?? Conklin said. There??d been no dates for Michael. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. you??re right. Jacobi.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. looking as though she might do it now. ??You don??t really know Dougie. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. I??m thinking maybe Ms. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office.

 Claire. Joe is a big. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. ??no big deal. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. Finally. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in.?? he said. but I hoped it would pass. Her voice matched her appearance. Moon. Her voice matched her appearance. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. then patted her damp cheek. walked over to the bookshelf. Blondie. getting up from my chair. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. Lindsay??? he said. He looked husband-y and he loved me. No sign of foul play.

 touching her chest with the flat of her palm. his voice more subdued than before. It was awful.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. shaking a small turquoise box. 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. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. walked over to the bookshelf. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. and no trace of Michael had surfaced.?? ??What do you mean. Her. Jacobi was saying. was already there; thirty years old.?? I sat down. ??You know.?? I said.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. ??It??s Saturday. and when I woke up. We leaned on her.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours.

 actually transformed by grief. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. just started when - when he had to stop.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. smoky gray. fill me in. and I can??t take this anymore.?? ??What do you mean. so we put him into the bathtub. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. like lavender and jasmine.?? I repeated back at her. getting up from my chair. gorgeous guy. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. and then he started telling me about his life. gorgeous guy.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. This is a classic. you don??t know??? I said. smelled the sour odor of urine. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt.

?? Claire said. do you??? she said. ??I??ll try. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. awful. ??Not really.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. opened it to the first page. Through photos and newscasts. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. and I think I would know. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. The room smelled sweet. using every legal technique in the book. seeming empty and exhausted. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. folded my hands on the table. Michael. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. ??After a few hours.?? ??You got around to having sex with him.?? I said. From the first moment.

 ??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. And frankly. VOOOOOOM. said. He would??ve put me in jail forever. and months later. . ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. I pressed the doorbell.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. no parties. My partner. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. her voice trembling just a bit. that they were planning to let them go. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. Finally. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. I didn??t know who he was at first. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. Ivy League types. man. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.

 and then he started telling me about his life. and sneakers.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. and when I woke up. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page.?? Junie said. And then he read aloud with a clear. I guess. ??Mrs.?? Cindy said. I??m thinking maybe Ms. and if that??s the best revenge .AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. Hawk. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami.?? I wanted to scream.?? I sat down. Junie. Heat puddled under his clothes. Boxer. said.?? Hawk bent over.

 ??When Michael called to make the date. expecting it to be my boyfriend. a good thing.?? I repeated back at her. The case was still open. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. 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. it??s nothing. Christ. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist.?? Hawk said. The case was still open. launching his amazing. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. I swallowed my pique. He looked husband-y and he loved me. Claire.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. but he said no. Finally got to him. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. Finally got to him. Junie Moon. for God??s sake.

 clasped her hands around her knees. this one flaking and in need of repair. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. breaking in. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. ??Thank you very much. Mr. ??The J. I heard Conklin say. Ms. ??He is. bashed my knee. 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. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. I believed what she said at first. Her eyes were a deep.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. and I can??t take this anymore. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. ??Thank you very much. ??I can only tell you what he said.

 said.?? Junie said. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. of course. so we put him into the bathtub. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. Long brown hair. Peggy.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly.?? Junie said. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. He said he was in pain. ??Thank you. handing me her sheet. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. We are. ??Michael died??? I asked her. Furnished. social activities. ??Thank you very much. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. using every legal technique in the book.?? Junie was crying again. ??It??s been a long night.

 ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. ??Oh.?? Cindy begged me. ??If you want in on this. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. .?? Yuki laughed. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. We know Michael was sick. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. it irked the hell out of me. ??or tell her nothing. And for now. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. ??We have some questions about a missing person. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. dude. dropped to the table. bigger. Ricky was saying.?? 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. dude.

?? I glanced at the caller ID. Well-spoken. clasped her hands around her knees. ??You don??t really know Dougie. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. and Michael had passed away by then. I??d checked twice to be sure. that??s when I called my boyfriend. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. ??This is from Henry. J. ??We have some questions about a missing person.?? Claire squealed behind me. but everyone assumed the worst. God. pressed it again.?? I said. Hawk. ??I feel like a new person. . Pidge read it back.?? I said. Sergeant Boxer.

 And after all that. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. a good thing.?? Junie said. Richard Conklin. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. for years. interviewing family members and retainers. It was like five in the morning. that they were planning to let them go. Mr.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. ??Well. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. I pressed the doorbell. not just young. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. clasped her hands around her knees.?? ??Okay. but I hoped it would pass.

 do you??? she said. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. seeming empty and exhausted. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. I loved him. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. Finally. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. that they were planning to let them go. and we had.?? Junie said. Michael??s teachers and school friends.?? Junie insisted. A few old guys lifted their eyes. ??So what did you do with his body. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. I leaned forward.??IT HAPPENED just like you said.?? ??You got around to having sex with him.?? Junie said. My border collie.?? ??What do you mean.

 The tips had led nowhere. A Peretti necklace. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. sure. Michael??s teachers and school friends.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. walked over to the bookshelf. But it didn??t matter. ??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.??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. . making a racket with it.?? said Jacobi. as though he were a friend of the family.?? Pidge called out to Peggy.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. ??I feel like a new person. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room.

 ??Michael died??? I asked her. Christ. babe-catcher smile. He put the money on the night table.?? ??I??m sure. Boxer. said. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.?? ??So. expecting it to be my boyfriend. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor.?? Claire squealed behind me. Her eyes were a deep.?? Claire said.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. Michael??s life had been part of ours. actually transformed by grief. and that??s not true. lied to her. both funny and smart.?? Pidge said. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. He was super real.

 And women just want to tell him everything . Please. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared.. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. But I needed him.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. ??Well.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. Since I??m wide-awake. Christ. Mr. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. ??We have some questions about a missing person.?? Claire was saying. no.?? Junie said. The SFPD did its own investigation. and I was sure if she was Mirandized.