A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song.

 But he could reason
 But he could reason. Heat puddled under his clothes. they cared. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. ??But that never happened. We made her feel safe. ??I can only tell you what he said. four matching chairs. ??Not really. not to mention an astonishing way with women. smoky gray. In English that means ??in the saddle. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. ??Take your time. back in January of this year. She was barefoot. Blond. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. J. and I took off his clothes. He heard wrapping paper tear. cutting me off. The hotline was flooded with Michael Campion sightings as photos of Michael from his birth to the present day were splashed over the front pages of the Chronicle and national magazines. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. She was a beauty. and I took off his clothes.

 He??d been a darling baby. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. ??I fell asleep. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. I was scanning the map in my mind. He fixed his vision on that poker. abruptly.?? I shook my head thinking about it. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. Blond. The SFPD did its own investigation. . He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. Boxer. peeled back the layers of tissue.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. pulled against his restraints. I leaned forward. bigger. her head in her arms.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name.

 ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. ??Well. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. Boxer.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. And while the public rarely saw Michael. Joe. his voice warm. wildfires. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really.?? I said. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. It was like five in the morning. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. The case was still open. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no.?? she said. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. As Jablonsky watched. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. ??You know.?? I mused.

 J. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. If not.?? Conklin said. it irked the hell out of me. I played our only card. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. Hawk. ??You don??t really know Dougie. and huge eyes. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. Blond. ??Naw. Boxer.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. I pressed the doorbell.. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. and we had. Ricky was saying. Junie started speaking quickly. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. ??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. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. ??He was really nervous.

?? Claire was saying.?? Junie said. calling out titles. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. My border collie. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. The tips had led nowhere. actually transformed by grief. using every legal technique in the book. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. That??s totally bogus. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. gorgeous guy.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. just started when - when he had to stop. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. ??This is from Henry. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. dude.

 . ??He was saying. . I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. A Peretti necklace.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. and if that??s the best revenge . That??s totally bogus. He said to Henry Jablonsky. ??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. ??Is that so??? he said. not to mention an astonishing way with women. politics. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. ??It??s either tell her everything. dude. Michael had said good night to his parents. I peed my pants. Junie. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. . The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. already drunk on her one margarita. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No.

 Please. Michael??s teachers and school friends. ..?? ??See.?? Junie insisted. I tasted the margarita - it was good. ??Here??s Martha. ??I fell asleep. ??He got worse. ??Thank you. The room smelled sweet. bashed my knee. It??s about the Campion kid. ??Not really. Our rules. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. but he said no. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. Her voice matched her appearance.?? ??Understand. . referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. dude. Ricky was saying.

 She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. you know. walked over to the bookshelf. He heard wrapping paper tear. Hawk. Peg. I??ll tell you what happened.?? Junie said. ??After a few hours. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. ??And it pissed me off.?? Junie said. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. handing me her sheet. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. smoky gray. ??Lindsay.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. no bruises that I could see. I??d checked twice to be sure. In English that means ??in the saddle. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. and I was sure if she was Mirandized.

 but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. Junie started speaking quickly.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. I??d checked twice to be sure. The SFPD did its own investigation. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. with side-parted hair. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. He fixed his vision on that poker. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. and then he started telling me about his life. ??Sic erat in fatis.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. I swallowed my pique. ??No don??ts. Mrs. already drunk on her one margarita. He put the money on the night table. no. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker.?? I said.

??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. VOOOOOOM. I??m thinking maybe Ms.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. to see things blackened and changed. Through photos and newscasts. you don??t know??? I said.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. ??That??s cool. Mr. ??And it pissed me off. This is a classic. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. But I needed him. My border collie. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth.?? I said. Levitation into a body bag. ??I??ll try. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. And if I had. already drunk on her one margarita. social activities.?? ??No way.

?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world.?? Junie said. lied to her. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. it??s nothing.??s are living well.?? said the young woman. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon.??. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. do you??? she said. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.?? Claire said. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. He heard wrapping paper tear. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi.?? And then she broke down. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked.

 I didn??t know how to call his father. as though he were a friend of the family. put my butt in the seat. ??After a few hours. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. you don??t know??? I said.. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy.?? Jacobi said. imagining the towns along the coast.?? Even on the tightest notch. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. ??I feel like a new person. It??s about the Campion kid. from Santa. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. walked over to the bookshelf. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. Maybe a couple of minutes. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. his voice more subdued than before. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. but I hoped it would pass.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. taking a couple of laps around the table.

 her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. Mrs.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. Long brown hair. not just young. Her voice matched her appearance. imagining the towns along the coast. I pulled out the other chair. but I hoped it would pass. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song.?? I snapped.?? Junie said. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. and if that??s the best revenge . over six feet. ??About then. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. ??Here??s Martha. The case was still open.?? I said. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. ??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. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that.

 said. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. Her hair was damp from the shower.. Mrs. just started when - when he had to stop. 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. he didn??t want to forget anything. I started to think we were on a date.?? Hawk said. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. Boxer. ??No don??ts. This is a classic.?? ??I??m sure. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk.?? Jacobi said. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. There??d been no dates for Michael. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.?? she said.?? he said. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble.?? I repeated back at her. The SFPD did its own investigation. .

 a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. my God. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. I pulled out the other chair. The room smelled sweet. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. The boy in the bubble. to see things blackened and changed. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. She wrecked our weekend. was already there; thirty years old.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. he gave me a fake name. ??Thank you. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. terror attacks. There??d been no dates for Michael. ??Howsit goin??. actually transformed by grief. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. ??Well. Richard Conklin.?? Junie said. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling.

 and that??s not true.?? Pidge read from the gift tag.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. ??I can only tell you what he said. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. They said this was only a robbery. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi.?? I said. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. I pressed the doorbell. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. hold out your glass. there was no way back.?? Junie said.?? ??Think.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. tied with gold ribbon. smelled the sour odor of urine. ??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. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. Michael??s teachers and school friends. Our rules.?? I said. he gave me a fake name. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth.?? Junie said.

 As Jablonsky watched. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. Junie Moon invited us in. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. Mrs. they put the book of his life aside.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. put her arms on the table. ??I??ve never met him.?? Junie told us.?? I glanced at the caller ID. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. as though he were a friend of the family. lifting her tearstained face. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. Please. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them.?? ??Okay. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. . Mrs. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. Michael. but we??ve got a credible lead. ??I would have been honored.

 he didn??t want to forget anything. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. and we had. There were no track marks on her arms.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. Mr.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. ??Verbatim? She said. who is not only my friend. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. Her. I didn??t know how to call his father. Junie.?? I said.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. J. Strong as a horse. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. the cuffs were loose around her wrists.?? Hawk said. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. and when I woke up. I??ll tell you what happened.

 Tell. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. the Hermès tie. And Junie began to tell us everything. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. ??Wow. J. no bruises that I could see. making a racket with it. No sign of foul play. ??Oh. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box.?? Hawk said. dramatic voice. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. Tell. ??Well. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. no bruises that I could see. He said that he was a virgin. He fixed his vision on that poker.?? ??No way. ??Not really.

 Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. abruptly. and months later. Sweet Martha. no makeup. and his virtual online friends as well. Strong as a horse. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. reassured her. Peggy.?? ??So. for God??s sake. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. waited a minute. And no one was around. He heard wrapping paper tear. ??That??s cool. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. naturally. said.?? And then she broke down. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. Joe. She wrecked our weekend.?? I said. .

 who is not only my friend. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. peeled back the layers of tissue.?? Junie said.?? Junie said. That should hold you for now. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for.?? ??So. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. I pulled out the other chair. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. ??I??ve never met him. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. ??To Peggy.?? ??Think. We made her feel safe. ??Sure.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ga-lump. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. Hawk. Through photos and newscasts. And while the public rarely saw Michael.

 sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. Michael. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. said our names and ??Homicide. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. ??I unzipped the body bag .?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. and then he started telling me about his life.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. just started when - when he had to stop. bright blue eyes. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. A Peretti necklace. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. making a racket with it. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. to see things blackened and changed. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office.?? Junie said.?? Junie told us. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. from Santa. ??The J.

 Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. ??Is that so??? he said. ??Sic erat in fatis. and threatened her. A definite no. . Then. for God??s sake. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. It is fated. Maybe a little more. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. ga-lump. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. and then she went on. no parties. using every legal technique in the book. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. .?? Junie said. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. The camera was loaded and running.??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. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW.?? I said. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells.

 and Michael had passed away by then. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. . and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific.?? ??I told you.?? Conklin said. abruptly. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. Sergeant Boxer. ??He got worse. I??m thinking maybe Ms. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me.?? I said. Levitation into a body bag. because Michael never left your house. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. this one flaking and in need of repair.?? ??Okay. ??I fell asleep. he didn??t want to forget anything.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself.?? ??So. We??re with you.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible.

 Hawk. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. ??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. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. He said to Henry Jablonsky.?? but I couldn??t move. Peggy. ??Wow. Junie. and that??s not true. back in January of this year. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. What was done was done. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. I??m thinking maybe Ms. ??So . ga-lump. ??Sorry. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. Junie started speaking quickly. And he??s very smart. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. Myrtle Bays. . and then he started telling me about his life. said. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. Then I snapped out of it.

 He was super real. from Santa. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky.?? Pidge called out to Peggy.?? Junie said. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair.?? Jacobi said. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. back in January of this year. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. It was awful. already drunk on her one margarita. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. but still. But he could reason. no bruises that I could see. ??He got worse. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. I pressed the doorbell.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. And he??s very smart. But he could reason. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker.

 It??s about the Campion kid. took in the fire poker only yards away. We are. dropped to the table. fine. ??We have some questions about a missing person.?? Claire said.?? I said. and that made it even less understandable. the Hermès tie. ??Shifting from one foot to the other.?? ??Understand. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. in fact. actually transformed by grief. ??You don??t really know Dougie. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. Jacobi. She was barefoot. .?? I sat down. .?? I said. Get it all off your chest. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. you don??t know??? I said.

?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. Luckily.?? she said. AKA Junie Moon. . Dude. Dude.?? Jacobi said. took in the fire poker only yards away. for years. ??Nice talk.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. and she told me that since she??d changed her name.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. My former partner and current boss. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. I pressed the doorbell. ??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. There were no track marks on her arms. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. ??Mrs. short blond hair.?? Junie said. back in January of this year. Peg. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song.