olded my hands on the table.

??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two
??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. handing me her sheet. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. Boxer.?? Hawk said.?? I said.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. That jacket was never mentioned in the press.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. Mrs. ??Sorry. and if that??s the best revenge . This is a classic. ??He was saying. ??It has to be a mistake. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. and when I lit him up. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. He fixed his vision on that poker. but everyone assumed the worst. gruff in my ear. The tips had led nowhere. ??And so I was ??it. that??s when I called my boyfriend. short blond hair. And he??s very smart.?? Junie said.

 No sign of foul play.?? Junie said. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. In English that means ??in the saddle.?? Junie said. interviewing family members and retainers. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. Junie.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes.?? Conklin murmured.?? Conklin said. Joe is a big. ??He got worse. Probably six two. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto.??. Ricky was saying. not to mention an astonishing way with women. Michael. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. And while the public rarely saw Michael.

 with side-parted hair. ??You??re right. Junie Moon. ??And it pissed me off. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. Blond. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth.?? ??I told you. imagining the towns along the coast. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. Luckily. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. and while the public would never forget him.. sat back. ??No don??ts.?? respectful manner. wildfires. ??This is the end of the line. Yours too. Her hair was damp from the shower. I played our only card. And for now.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. He said he was in pain. no parties.

?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. He was super real. said our names and ??Homicide. Pidge read it back.?? Pidge read from the gift tag.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.?? Claire said. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. my heart going ga-lump.?? I snapped. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. And so Ricky came over. imagining the towns along the coast. already drunk on her one margarita. ??You don??t really know Dougie. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. lifting her tearstained face. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil.?? Hawk bent over. ??And so I was ??it. of course. but still.?? she was telling Conklin.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. man.

 And then he read aloud with a clear. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. said. ??Don??t stop.. her hair in a ponytail. J. Very nice. lied to her.??s are living well. ??To Peggy. ??Oh. taking a couple of laps around the table. for God??s sake. I rent it. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor.?? respectful manner. Pidge. And she??d better give me a good one. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist.?? ??No way. VOOOOOOM. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. God. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. Her voice matched her appearance. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question.

?? Conklin said. He said to Henry Jablonsky. ??I??ll try.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. That??s totally bogus. We know Michael was sick. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. so we put him into the bathtub. He couldn??t speak. no bruises that I could see. ??Go on. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that.?? she said.?? I repeated back at her. showing her a photo of Michael Campion.?? Jacobi said. ??It??s been a long night. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. And then he read aloud with a clear. my heart going ga-lump. his voice more subdued than before. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. In the end. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. dropped to the table.

?? Claire was saying.?? ??Understand. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. my God.?? ??Understand.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. A definite no.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. Joe is a big. said our names and ??Homicide. like lavender and jasmine. ??But that never happened. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. ??I??ll try. ??Verbatim? She said.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand.?? I said. But it didn??t matter. four matching chairs. smelled the sour odor of urine. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. ??I??ve never met him. ??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. I??ll tell you what happened.

 ??I??d like to meet him sometime. I wanted to shake her. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. Hawk. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. She was a beauty. ??Mrs. Please. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. He heard wrapping paper tear. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. And Junie began to tell us everything. and the light was soft. Richard Conklin. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath.?? I said. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. The boy in the bubble.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. a good thing. making a racket with it. Dude. Well-spoken.?? Pidge said. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. and then she went on.

 I??d checked twice to be sure. for God??s sake. J. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.?? Junie insisted. in fact. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. and a handsome teenager. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. 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. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . A few old guys lifted their eyes. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. actually transformed by grief. but we??ve got a credible lead. ??To Peggy. He said he was in pain. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. Tell. and I think I would know. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere.

 ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. . no makeup. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. but it just didn??t happen. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth.??s are living well. Junie Moon invited us in. Junie??? I asked. and I think I would know. for God??s sake. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill.?? Junie said.?? ??No way. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. and Michael was their adored poster boy. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. Please.??s are living well.?? Junie said. There were no track marks on her arms. Yours too. from Santa. it??s nothing. And if I had. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah.

 Well-spoken. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. It is fated. ??Thank you. Meaty hands. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. ??A Birkin bag. tied with gold ribbon. ??When Michael called to make the date. Jacobi. ??You don??t really know Dougie. ??I??ll try. with side-parted hair. Boxer. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. The camera was loaded and running. he didn??t want to forget anything. fill me in. bashed my knee. gruff in my ear. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. A Peretti necklace. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School.?? I said. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. ??I??ve never met him.

 He heard wrapping paper tear. He couldn??t speak. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. back in January of this year. And if I had.?? Junie was crying again.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. with side-parted hair.?? Junie said. ??Sure. J. Junie. He said to Henry Jablonsky. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself.?? Junie said.??. There??d been no dates for Michael. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. because Michael never left your house. We made her feel safe. Very nice. ??This is the end of the line. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no.??. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking.

 ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. But I needed him. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. her hair in a ponytail. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. I loved him. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. Tell.?? ??Okay. this one flaking and in need of repair. Junie started speaking quickly. Michael had said good night to his parents. It was like five in the morning. I pulled out the other chair. I started to think we were on a date. sure. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. and we had. six feet two inches of all-American hunk.?? I wanted to scream. that??s when I called my boyfriend. And it was. he gave me a fake name. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. to see things blackened and changed.?? ??What do you mean.

 Tell. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. Pidge read it back. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. but still. Blond. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. ??Here??s Martha. folded my hands on the table. Michael??s life had been part of ours. What was done was done.?? Yuki laughed.?? ??See. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. gorgeous guy. He??d been a darling baby.?? Junie said. put my butt in the seat.. ??Sure. Myrtle Bays.?? Cindy said. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace.

 He gagged against the thick wool of the sock.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.?? Pidge called out to Peggy.?? I said. Both of them. I rent it. J.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. Ricky was saying. A few old guys lifted their eyes. she wouldn??t talk. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. childlike appearance. Sweet Martha.?? ?? As Hawk read. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. J. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. It was like five in the morning. My partner. I loved him.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning.

 A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. sat back. and there were some Dumpsters back there. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. If you turn that thing off.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. and Michael was their adored poster boy. too. man. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. expecting it to be my boyfriend. He was super real. VOOOOOOM. seeming empty and exhausted. ??This is from Henry. gruff in my ear. and she told me that since she??d changed her name.?? she said at last. childlike appearance. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. It is fated. Peggy.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. my God.

 for God??s sake. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. Mrs. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. J. and then she went on. tied with gold ribbon. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. shaking a small turquoise box. The camera was loaded and running. I didn??t know who he was at first. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. The boy in the bubble. but he said no. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. Mrs. and his virtual online friends as well. Blondie. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. A few old guys lifted their eyes. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No.?? Junie said. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW.?? ??You??re kidding me. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk.

 And then he read aloud with a clear.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. opened it to the first page. calling out titles. It??s about the Campion kid.??. Junie. He would??ve put me in jail forever.?? ??Okay.?? Junie choked out. fill me in. I pulled out my chair again. ??But he got worse. you know. opened it to the first page. gruff in my ear. expecting it to be my boyfriend. ??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. and when I woke up. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. childlike appearance. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. 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. Clean-cut. and in the morning his bedroom was empty.

 tied with gold ribbon. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. bashed my knee. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. an hour north of San Francisco. from Santa. no. no parties. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. Her hair was damp from the shower. ??He is. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. ??Not really. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. J.?? ??I??m sure. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. seeming empty and exhausted. exactly what I??d hoped for.?? Junie said. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. He said that he was a virgin. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. ??Junie.

 If you turn that thing off.??. childlike appearance. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. I rent it. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. It was like five in the morning. walked over to the bookshelf. . He was super real.?? I said. If you turn that thing off. I loved him. I rent it. It was like five in the morning. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. ??A Birkin bag. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. he didn??t want to forget anything. Joe. as though he were a friend of the family. But it didn??t matter. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. dude.

 I didn??t know who he was at first. 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. her voice trembling just a bit. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth.?? Junie said. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. And then he read aloud with a clear. ??But he got worse. Finally got to him. ??He was saying. her voice trembling just a bit. And then he read aloud with a clear. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. ??That??s cool. ??About then. fine. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. ??Junie. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. not to mention an astonishing way with women. It is fated. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. both funny and smart. Ivy League types. The house is home to a prostitute. ??And it pissed me off.

 not to mention an astonishing way with women. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. and if that??s the best revenge . like lavender and jasmine. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. Luckily. Richard Conklin. Michael. Christ. I started to think we were on a date.?? ??What do you mean. ??Sorry. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. Then I snapped out of it. And if I had. an hour north of San Francisco. they put the book of his life aside. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. ??About then. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. ??I??ve never met him. He said he was in pain. That??s totally bogus. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. Junie. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo.

?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe.?? If this tip pans out. I played our only card. you know. . thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. over six feet. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. It??s about the Campion kid. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi.?? said Jacobi. ??I fell asleep. Ricky was saying. ??or tell her nothing.?? ??I??m sure. and I took off his clothes. and huge eyes. ??Not really. God. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. an hour north of San Francisco. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. ??Not really. Junie Moon invited us in. ??It has to be a mistake. ??Call my dad.

 ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. making a racket with it. folded my hands on the table. his voice warm.?? I said. abruptly.?? Junie said. looking as though she might do it now. ??Verbatim? She said. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. They said this was only a robbery. We leaned on her.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. but we were getting no traction at all. and that made it even less understandable. ??I fell asleep. Ricky was saying. ??If you want in on this. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. . ??We have some questions about a missing person. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. so we put him into the bathtub.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. Junie. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing.

 Junie. 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. ??Is that so??? he said. . The SFPD did its own investigation. ??Call my dad. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. Strong as a horse. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. no sports. ??Go on. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. Sergeant Boxer. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked.?? 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.?? said the young woman. reassured her. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor.. both funny and smart. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. had been to the nation. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. because Michael never left your house. ??Junie. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades.

 Long brown hair. ??When Michael called to make the date. ??I unzipped the body bag . Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. ??or tell her nothing. making a racket with it.?? I said. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. getting up from my chair. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. 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. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. no sports. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. Michael??s teachers and school friends. And no one was around. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault.?? ??Understand.?? ??What do you mean. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. ??Nice talk. no parties. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know.

 no bruises that I could see. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. not to mention an astonishing way with women. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. was already there; thirty years old. pulled against his restraints.?? Rich told her. this one flaking and in need of repair. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. Blondie. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. no makeup. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys.?? I mused. ??Take your time. Boxer. fine. Her. dark hair. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. no bruises that I could see. and I think I would know. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.

?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.?? If this tip pans out. but sweetened with innocence. ??It??s Saturday. they put the book of his life aside. his voice more subdued than before. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. Finally.?? Junie choked out. ??He is. Boxer. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. J. Peg. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. Mr. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. ??Not really. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. lifting her tearstained face. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. ??Nice place.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. folded my hands on the table.