drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids.

 lifting her tearstained face
 lifting her tearstained face. ??A Birkin bag. making a racket with it. Maybe a little more. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. ??After a few hours.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. Mr. ??About then.?? Junie said. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. reassured her. no parties.?? I snapped. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. ??no big deal. ??No don??ts. sure. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone.?? I said.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. The boy in the bubble. Our rules. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. and a handsome teenager. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks.

 no parties. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. I took a notebook out of my handbag. and I took off his clothes. ??I??ll try. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. ??About then. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. Hawk. because Michael never left your house. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. Christ. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. I offered him a drink. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway.?? Even on the tightest notch. and when I lit him up. ??Thank you very much. ??When Michael called to make the date. He said that he was a virgin. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. gruff in my ear.

 but we were getting no traction at all.?? I said. ??To Peggy. smoky gray. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. We are. Dude. Furnished.?? Jacobi said. He fixed his vision on that poker. My partner. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. four matching chairs.. ??Don??t stop. to see things blackened and changed. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. and huge eyes.?? I sat down. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. and months later.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. ??But that never happened. dude.

. Junie.?? If this tip pans out. I tasted the margarita - it was good. ??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 everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. Meaty hands. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. Boxer. Boxer. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had.?? Cindy said. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. Probably six two. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. 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. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. ??Thank you.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. handing me her sheet.. ??You don??t really know Dougie. Michael had said good night to his parents.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. . Then.

?? Hawk said. And women just want to tell him everything . Moon.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. because Michael never left your house. the Hermès tie. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. . Sweet Martha. He put the money on the night table.?? ??I told you. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. over six feet. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??Take your time. Peggy. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. pulled against his restraints. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue.?? ??No way. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. Pidge. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. took in the fire poker only yards away. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911.

 determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. an hour north of San Francisco. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. politics. fine. and Michael was their adored poster boy. but he said no. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. expecting it to be my boyfriend. but still.?? I shook my head thinking about it. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. . He was super real. . ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. you know.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. put my butt in the seat. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. actually transformed by grief. had been to the nation. and I took off his clothes. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. and his virtual online friends as well. walked over to the bookshelf. Hawk.?? but I couldn??t move.

 Maybe a couple of minutes. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. I loved him. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. A Peretti necklace. they put the book of his life aside. childlike appearance.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. no. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. J. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. We are. and sneakers. social activities. And women just want to tell him everything . from Santa.. imagining the towns along the coast. peeled back the layers of tissue. We??re with you. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. because Michael never left your house. Jacobi was saying.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. ??Lindsay.

 and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. I loved him. just started when - when he had to stop. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. handing me her sheet. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. hold out your glass. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. She wrecked our weekend. Well-spoken. ??We??re going to open all your presents now.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. ??Sic erat in fatis. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. dude. terror attacks. I didn??t know who he was at first. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. That??s totally bogus.?? she said. . Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. his voice more subdued than before. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. but everyone assumed the worst.

 I didn??t know how to call his father. Long brown hair.?? Jacobi said. his voice more subdued than before. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. Claire. that they were planning to let them go.?? respectful manner.?? ??So. ??And so I was ??it. Jacobi. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. Peg. Boxer. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. and I think I would know.. AKA Junie Moon.?? said Jacobi. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. peeled back the layers of tissue.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours.?? she was telling Conklin. wildfires. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. no parties.

 politics. ??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.?? I said.?? Junie said. there was no way back. ??It??s either tell her everything. I didn??t know who he was at first. I heard Conklin say. And women just want to tell him everything . Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. I heard Conklin say. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. Junie Moon invited us in. I??d checked twice to be sure. like a freakin?? ghoul.?? I said. ??Here??s Martha. Peggy.?? Junie insisted. already drunk on her one margarita. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. Joe. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom.?? he said. and I can??t take this anymore. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box.

 and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. Finally. they put the book of his life aside.?? he said.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. Hawk. peeled back the layers of tissue. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. a precocious and gifted child. ??It has to be a mistake. Pidge read it back. And women just want to tell him everything . politics. ??Naw. A Peretti necklace. ??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. ??I??ll try. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.?? Junie said. and if that??s the best revenge . ??This is from Henry. clasped her hands around her knees. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. she wouldn??t talk. took in the fire poker only yards away. The room smelled sweet. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. and the light was soft.

?? Junie said. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. We??re with you. who is not only my friend. Richard Conklin. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. my heart going ga-lump. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. He??d been a darling baby. but still. and when I woke up. I??m thinking maybe Ms.?? ??What do you mean. clasped her hands around her knees. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. ??It??s either tell her everything. Sweet Martha. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. 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. it??s that he??s very respectful. It??s about the Campion kid.?? Claire said. Junie. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. Blondie. had been to the nation.

 ??Thank you. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. you??re right. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. . my God. I took a notebook out of my handbag.?? Claire said. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. And frankly. . And for now. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. ??It??s either tell her everything.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. opened it to the first page. jeans. Please.?? Conklin said. exactly what I??d hoped for. It was like five in the morning. walked over to the bookshelf. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree.?? Rich told her. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC.

 He would??ve put me in jail forever. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. Luckily. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. shaking her head at the memory. We leaned on her. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. Long brown hair. ??I??ll try. too. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. you??re right.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. A Peretti necklace. He couldn??t speak. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. A definite no. ??And so I was ??it.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. I rent it. Then. ??Here??s Martha.

 That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. What was done was done. The camera was loaded and running.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. was already there; thirty years old. Strong as a horse. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. She was barefoot. making a racket with it. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. It was awful. and Michael had passed away by then. Tell. no makeup. It was like five in the morning.?? Junie said. ??Here??s Martha. My former partner and current boss. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. ??You??re right. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. but sweetened with innocence. Junie Moon.?? Junie said. no bruises that I could see.

 I offered him a drink. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. I??ll tell you what happened. ??But that never happened. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. abruptly. his voice warm. put her arms on the table. Well-spoken. He said he was in pain. Maybe a couple of minutes. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. ??Well. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. ??I unzipped the body bag .?? Pidge read from the gift tag. He said he was in pain. no makeup. There was no ransom note. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. because Michael never left your house. Sweet Martha. you don??t know??? I said. ??Take your time. Peggy. But I needed him.?? Hawk said.

 Conklin and I watched from our squad car. bashed my knee. getting up from my chair.?? she said. I??ll tell you what happened. Peg. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. It is fated. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again.?? I said. He put the money on the night table. ??So . 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. ??Don??t take that call. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. you know. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. Jacobi. her head in her arms. But he could reason. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. do you??? she said. I??m thinking maybe Ms. Then. fine. Boxer. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune.

 and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. shook the box. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. shaking a small turquoise box. folded my hands on the table. Junie Moon. J. And while the public rarely saw Michael. I??m thinking maybe Ms. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW.?? Junie choked out. Long brown hair. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach.?? Junie choked out. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. interviewing family members and retainers. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. ??About then. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway.

?? I glanced at the caller ID.?? I said.?? he said. tied with gold ribbon. said. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. Ricky was saying. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet.?? I said. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. I played our only card. It was like five in the morning.?? Conklin said. ??So what did you do with his body. Michael. you know. took in the fire poker only yards away. using every legal technique in the book. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. looking as though she might do it now. ??You don??t really know Dougie. If you turn that thing off. childlike appearance.?? I glanced at the caller ID. Tell. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.

 ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name.?? Hawk said. Moon. so we put him into the bathtub. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. so we put him into the bathtub. and that??s not true. childlike appearance. Then I snapped out of it. Lindsay??? he said. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. was already there; thirty years old.?? I said. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. Luckily. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. Michael had said good night to his parents. Junie??? I asked. Maybe a little more. I rent it. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. and the light was soft. ??He got worse. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare.

 that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. put her arms on the table. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. That??s totally bogus. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. ??I don??t know. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. Mr. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me.?? I said. ??You don??t really know Dougie. She wrecked our weekend. And he??s very smart. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. so we put him into the bathtub.?? Junie said. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. ??When Michael called to make the date.

 ??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. no. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. hold out your glass. and Michael had passed away by then. both funny and smart. her head in her arms. just started when - when he had to stop. and if that??s the best revenge . this one flaking and in need of repair. actually transformed by grief.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. If not. of course. He said he was in pain. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. And so Ricky came over. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion.?? I shook my head thinking about it. ??I don??t know. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore.

 Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. That??s totally bogus. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. Michael.?? Junie said. That??s totally bogus. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. ??About then. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. And it was. and that made it even less understandable. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . that they were planning to let them go. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. but it just didn??t happen. dropped to the table.?? I repeated back at her. A Peretti necklace. Pidge... her hair in a ponytail. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. I didn??t know how to call his father. her voice trembling just a bit. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming.

 And it was.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed..?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. He looked husband-y and he loved me. and that made it even less understandable.?? said Jacobi. The camera was loaded and running. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. Mrs.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. J. ??You don??t really know Dougie. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. so we put him into the bathtub. and a handsome teenager..?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . .AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead.?? I said.?? ??Understand.

 His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association.?? Junie was crying again. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. already drunk on her one margarita. ah. and I wrote it all down. scenting the air as they burned. interviewing family members and retainers. They said this was only a robbery. ??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 strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. A few old guys lifted their eyes. ??He is. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. Maybe a little more. that??s when I called my boyfriend. of course. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. Tell. ??Not really. Sergeant Boxer. Dude. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life.

 What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. ??It??s a tip kind of lead..?? And then she broke down. childlike appearance.?? Junie said.?? Cindy begged me. ??A Birkin bag. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. We leaned on her. Levitation into a body bag. and I took off his clothes. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. she wouldn??t talk. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. Boxer. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. my God. Ms. He couldn??t speak. ??This is from Henry. no sports.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. . over six feet.

 waited a minute. with side-parted hair.?? Junie insisted. ??Michael died??? I asked her. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. no. Valentina. Finally got to him. no bruises that I could see. . I loved him. and the light was soft. Claire..?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. Finally.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do.?? ??Understand. said. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. his voice more subdued than before. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. Blond. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. And women just want to tell him everything .

 heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. ??After a few hours. bright blue eyes. We leaned on her. She was barefoot. fine. The case was still open. God. If you turn that thing off. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. She was barefoot. ??I would have been honored. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. had been to the nation. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. Maybe a little more. but it just didn??t happen. ??It??s either tell her everything. ??The J. Conklin passed her the box of tissues.??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. It was like five in the morning. Boxer. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. ??You don??t really know Dougie.?? Junie said. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids.