He looked husband-y and he loved me. ??If you want in on this. God. Peggy.

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?? Junie was crying again.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep.?? Junie said. exactly what I??d hoped for.?? ??So. Blond. Her eyes were a deep. 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. ??Nice place. If not. Her. Boxer. ??It??s Saturday. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. showing her a photo of Michael Campion.?? Jacobi said.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. said. launching his amazing. A few old guys lifted their eyes. said. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears.

 and that made it even less understandable.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. and sneakers.?? I said.?? Junie said. It??s about the Campion kid.?? Claire squealed behind me. Pidge. . one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. said our names and ??Homicide. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl.?? I wanted to scream. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. ??Naw. ??This is the end of the line. who is not only my friend. and I can??t take this anymore. We know Michael was sick. ??Verbatim? She said. . and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.?? Junie choked out. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. ??He was saying.?? I glanced at the caller ID.?? Conklin said.

 but sweetened with innocence. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him.?? If this tip pans out. and that made it even less understandable. I swallowed my pique. clasped her hands around her knees.?? ??I??m sure. I offered him a drink. ??And I knew about his heart. said. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. do you??? she said. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. childlike appearance. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. I swallowed my pique. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. ??You don??t really know Dougie. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. My border collie. exactly what I??d hoped for. too. AKA Junie Moon. Blond. ??Lindsay.

 ga-lump. The house is home to a prostitute. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. Furnished. imagining the towns along the coast. ??Wow. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. but we??ve got a credible lead.?? I wanted to scream. hold out your glass. but still. Her voice matched her appearance. Mr. ??I??ve never met him. pulled against his restraints. ??Junie. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. she hadn??t been arrested for anything.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn.?? I said. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. expecting it to be my boyfriend. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. ??Thank you.

 you??re right.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. ??This is from Henry. We made her feel safe.?? Junie told us. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. her head in her arms.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. Lindsay??? he said. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. ??I??ll try. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. I didn??t know how to call his father. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. It was like five in the morning. Pidge.?? I sat down. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. And then he read aloud with a clear. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. Hawk.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box.?? Junie said. There were no track marks on her arms. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.

 ??Not really. Yours too. Ricky was saying. saw the john lope across Leavenworth.?? Junie told us. wildfires. Junie Moon. Richard Conklin. A few old guys lifted their eyes. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. Mr. it??s nothing. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. ??Sic erat in fatis. ??It??s been a long night. my God. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. ??After a few hours. It was like five in the morning. Jacobi. Her hair was damp from the shower. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. Then I snapped out of it. This is our game. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. I rent it. And then he read aloud with a clear.

 ??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. put my butt in the seat. Long brown hair.?? I wanted to scream. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. and months later. no.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. That??s totally bogus. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. back in January of this year. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. Hawk. J. and while the public would never forget him.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. I??ll tell you what happened.?? she said. I was scanning the map in my mind. and if that??s the best revenge . ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. . ??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. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream.?? ??So.

 because Michael never left your house. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. He was to Californians what JFK Jr.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. lifting her tearstained face. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. The SFPD did its own investigation. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife.?? I said. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk.?? Rich told her. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. and huge eyes.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. and while the public would never forget him. and months later.. interviewing family members and retainers. ??We have some questions about a missing person. Hawk. Tell. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. I heard Conklin say.?? Junie choked out. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had.

 Blondie. And then he read aloud with a clear. and the light was soft. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. I believed what she said at first. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. If you turn that thing off. just started when - when he had to stop. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. But he could reason. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. Through photos and newscasts. ??You??re right. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. Mrs. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. and the light was soft. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. Junie Moon invited us in. I guess. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. ??Don??t stop. Junie??? I asked. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags.

 and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. ??Sure. Mrs. What? What was happening? And then he realized. ??This is the end of the line. Please. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. Michael had said good night to his parents. That should hold you for now. ??Michael died??? I asked her. Michael. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. my heart going ga-lump. interviewing family members and retainers. And he??s very smart.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. ??But he got worse. and then she went on. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. What? What was happening? And then he realized. it??s that he??s very respectful.?? If this tip pans out. walked over to the bookshelf. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. ??About then. There were no track marks on her arms.

 with side-parted hair. and then he started telling me about his life. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. I swallowed my pique. and Michael had passed away by then. I rent it. ??So . Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. Blond. The house is home to a prostitute. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. Michael??s teachers and school friends.. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. Christ.?? I shook my head thinking about it. and when I lit him up.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. and we had. warming to the subject. handing me her sheet. He said to Henry Jablonsky. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth.

 shaking her head at the memory.?? ??So. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. ??So . Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. Maybe a little more. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. J. And Junie began to tell us everything. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. And he??s very smart. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. ??Is that so??? he said. I peed my pants.?? respectful manner. We leaned on her. and threatened her. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. dropped to the table.?? Conklin murmured. clasped her hands around her knees. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. fill me in. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty.

?? Junie insisted. fine. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. in fact. ??We have some questions about a missing person. babe-catcher smile. ??Thank you. gorgeous guy.?? but I couldn??t move.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. Heat puddled under his clothes. And she??d better give me a good one. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. took in the fire poker only yards away.?? I said. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. It was wrapped in gold foil. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. ??But once we started cutting. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. He put the money on the night table. I didn??t know who he was at first. pulled against his restraints. Moon. ??Michael died??? I asked her. Get it all off your chest.

 Her voice matched her appearance. There were no track marks on her arms. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. Junie started speaking quickly. and sneakers. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. and if that??s the best revenge . his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. ??Nice place. naturally. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. J. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. AKA Junie Moon. from Santa. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. and I think I would know. ah. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. Ricky was saying. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. I??ll tell you what happened.?? I said. ??Thank you.

 ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper.?? ??I told you.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. She was barefoot. But I needed him. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. 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 apple logs crackled in the fireplace. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. ??Don??t take that call. ??It??s Saturday. and then he started telling me about his life. Her.?? she said at last.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. ??It??s Saturday. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. and when I lit him up. ??Take your time. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. he didn??t want to forget anything.?? said the young woman. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. wildfires. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. But he could reason.?? I sat down.

 ??Say good-bye to Peggy. Pidge.?? Junie said. Maybe a little more. If not.?? And then she broke down. Boxer. ??Nice talk. Mrs. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare.?? I said. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. Lindsay??? he said. He looked husband-y and he loved me. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. it??s nothing. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. That??s totally bogus. What was done was done. This is our game. launching his amazing. awful. And so Ricky came over. Claire. I offered him a drink.

 And it was. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. This is a classic. ??If you want in on this. I started to think we were on a date. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. ??Howsit goin??. ??I don??t know. Get it all off your chest. Michael??s teachers and school friends.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed.?? I said. to see things blackened and changed. ??Call my dad.?? I repeated back at her. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. wildfires. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two.?? ??I??m sure. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. 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. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. dropped to the table.?? Claire was saying. He said to Henry Jablonsky. in fact. put her arms on the table.

?? Pidge called out to Peggy. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. 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 was a special pleasure to see things eaten. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. calling out titles. you know. too. both funny and smart. was already there; thirty years old. ??I??m on my own time. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. scenting the air as they burned. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. shaking a small turquoise box.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. ??You don??t really know Dougie. But I needed him. and there were some Dumpsters back there. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. As Jablonsky watched. Michael??s life had been part of ours. Please.

?? ??So. He was super real. gorgeous guy. Finally got to him. I heard Conklin say. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. The SFPD did its own investigation. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. I pressed the doorbell. and sobbed as though she??d really cared.?? ??See. Boxer. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. Boxer. for God??s sake. Conklin and I watched from our squad car.. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. Our rules.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. ??Well. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. sat back. you know.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. There??d been no dates for Michael.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT.

 ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. I swallowed my pique.?? Junie choked out. ??And so I was ??it. J. no. We are. .?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. and Michael had passed away by then. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. sat back. his voice warm. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor.?? Pidge read from the gift tag.?? Conklin said. exactly what I??d hoped for. too. If you turn that thing off. wildfires. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace.?? I said. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. The SFPD did its own investigation. awful.

 Eyes and tongue bugged out. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh.?? Rich told her. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. Then. Mrs.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. Her eyes were a deep. ??Not really. and huge eyes. . actually transformed by grief. ??You??re right. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. and there were some Dumpsters back there. I loved him. ??To Peggy. God. A few old guys lifted their eyes.?? And then she broke down. exactly what I??d hoped for. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. He couldn??t move. four matching chairs.?? Junie said.?? If this tip pans out. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone.

 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. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck.?? said Jacobi. ??Not really. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. A few old guys lifted their eyes. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.?? Even on the tightest notch. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. said. The room smelled sweet.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. But I needed him. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. We made her feel safe. Pidge. the Hermès tie. ??I can only tell you what he said. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.?? Junie said.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. Junie Moon. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo.

 Sergeant Boxer. And while the public rarely saw Michael. Michael??s life had been part of ours. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. . In the end. Her eyes were a deep. ??Mrs. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. he didn??t want to forget anything.?? ??So. He was super real. But I needed him. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. I??d checked twice to be sure.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Junie Moon. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. said. ??Thank you. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. dude.?? said Jacobi.?? she said. And Junie began to tell us everything. He was a champion chess player on the Internet.

?? she said. Moon. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. this one flaking and in need of repair. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. I??ll tell you what happened.?? I mused.?? Pidge said. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. took in the fire poker only yards away. just started when - when he had to stop. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. dark hair.?? Junie choked out. But it didn??t matter. bashed my knee.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s.?? she said. And Junie began to tell us everything.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. you know. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. Sweet Martha. That??s totally bogus. J.

 ??He was saying. Finally got to him. said. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge.?? Junie said.?? said the young woman. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. ??Lind-say. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. like lavender and jasmine. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine.?? If this tip pans out. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. waited a minute. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh.?? Yuki laughed. you??re right. dramatic voice. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband.?? said Jacobi. fill me in. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. ??Sure. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this.

 diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. shaking a small turquoise box. pressed it again. Boxer. gorgeous guy. ??or tell her nothing. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. Our rules. VOOOOOOM. In the end. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. dark hair. Claire. ??He got worse. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. And for now. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. There were no track marks on her arms. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. And it was. It is fated.?? Jacobi said. ??It??s either tell her everything.

 you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. Boxer. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. she wouldn??t talk. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. ??Michael died??? I asked her.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. Boxer. clasped her hands around her knees. ??Mrs. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. seeming empty and exhausted. and when I woke up. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. . Blond. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. She was barefoot. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. ??He got worse. ??I??d like to meet him sometime.?? Junie choked out. to see things blackened and changed. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment.?? I growled into my cell phone.

 Probably six two. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. ??That??s cool. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.?? Hawk said. Junie. of course. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. ??And it pissed me off. Michael. ??So what did you do with his body. opened it to the first page. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. My border collie. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. tied with gold ribbon. and when I lit him up. taking a couple of laps around the table. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. It is fated. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. He looked husband-y and he loved me. ??If you want in on this. God. Peggy.