Moon. interviewing family members and retainers.

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??When Michael called to make the date.?? Claire squealed behind me. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. But I needed him. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. And after all that. launching his amazing. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. 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. abruptly. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. Junie??? I asked. lifting her tearstained face. pressed it again. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint.?? Claire squealed behind me. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. Hawk. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. I??ll tell you what happened. Junie. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. interviewing family members and retainers.?? I shook my head thinking about it.

I loved him. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. and that??s not true. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. ??Sic erat in fatis. He said that he was a virgin. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. fill me in. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. ??No don??ts. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. and then he started telling me about his life. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. and when I lit him up. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. In the end. they cared. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. Boxer. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station.

over six feet. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Heat puddled under his clothes. And so Ricky came over. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. babe-catcher smile. Through photos and newscasts. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. and the Jensen salad tongs. Maybe a couple of minutes. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. said. terror attacks. And he??s very smart.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. ah. Junie Moon. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. I leaned forward. and I wrote it all down.?? Hawk bent over. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. The SFPD did its own investigation. But he could reason.

J. ??I would have been honored. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. Tell. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. and sneakers. Mrs. ??And it pissed me off. peeled back the layers of tissue. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. and then he started telling me about his life. I??m thinking maybe Ms. exactly what I??d hoped for. In English that means ??in the saddle.?? Junie said. and the Jensen salad tongs. ??So . I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. That jacket was never mentioned in the press.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. He??d wet himself. Sweet Martha. And frankly. Finally got to him.

??So what did you do with his body. God. floral. Her eyes were a deep. He looked husband-y and he loved me.?? I said. as though he were a friend of the family. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. and a handsome teenager.?? 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. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. The room smelled sweet. And no one was around. but still. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. that they were planning to let them go. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. I played our only card. Our rules. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. I offered him a drink. ??It has to be a mistake. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. Levitation into a body bag. and there were some Dumpsters back there. The house is home to a prostitute.

?? said Jacobi. it??s nothing. We know Michael was sick. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh.. . I pressed the doorbell. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. Sweet Martha. There??d been no dates for Michael. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth.?? ??Think. ??Is that so??? he said.?? Jacobi said. I was scanning the map in my mind. because Michael never left your house. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. I peed my pants. ??It??s either tell her everything. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. they put the book of his life aside. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree.

he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . my God. Both of them. in fact.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. I??d checked twice to be sure.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. Peg. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. terror attacks.?? Even on the tightest notch.?? I growled into my cell phone. Boxer. God. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. What? What was happening? And then he realized.?? Junie said. for years.?? I growled into my cell phone. And women just want to tell him everything .?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. Luckily. I??d checked twice to be sure. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page.

Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. ??You??re right.?? Cindy begged me. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. no bruises that I could see. He looked husband-y and he loved me.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. ??And I knew about his heart. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. said our names and ??Homicide.?? Junie said. ??Sure. warming to the subject.?? I glanced at the caller ID. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. My border collie. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. wildfires. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. He looked husband-y and he loved me. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. and a handsome teenager. said.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. I started to think we were on a date.

She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. sat back. ??The J. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. clasped her hands around her knees. they cared.?? ??Understand. no. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. dude. fine. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. scenting the air as they burned. her voice trembling just a bit. Get it all off your chest. This is a classic. ??Well. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. There was no ransom note. and that??s not true. Sergeant Boxer.?? Claire said.?? Claire squealed behind me. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him.?? I mused.

then patted her damp cheek.?? Conklin murmured. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. I loved him. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. she wouldn??t talk.?? Junie said. Her voice matched her appearance.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. ??Call my dad. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. Claire. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. Ms. And she??d better give me a good one.?? she was telling Conklin. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. took in the fire poker only yards away. ??And so I was ??it. ??It??s been a long night. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house.

clasped her hands around her knees. man. ??About then. ??This is the end of the line. Since I??m wide-awake. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. . ??I??d like to meet him sometime. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. no parties. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. . 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. Jacobi was saying. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. pulled against his restraints. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. Joe is a big. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. ??Don??t stop.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. Boxer. He heard wrapping paper tear. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream.

a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. It was like five in the morning. but I hoped it would pass. This is our game. then went up in a great exhalation of flame.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. ??But that never happened. exactly what I??d hoped for. And while the public rarely saw Michael. What was done was done.?? I glanced at the caller ID. that they were planning to let them go. her head in her arms. getting up from my chair. ??And I knew about his heart. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. Finally. And then he read aloud with a clear. and sneakers. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. and I took off his clothes. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me.?? she said.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker.?? Junie choked out. ??Junie wasn??t in custody.

but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. no. The camera was loaded and running. ??We have some questions about a missing person. I believed what she said at first. Ivy League types. ??no big deal. Michael had said good night to his parents. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. We made her feel safe. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong.?? Junie said. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. not just young.?? Junie was crying again.?? ??So. We know Michael was sick.?? ?? As Hawk read. Jacobi. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. In English that means ??in the saddle. they cared.

J. Her eyes were a deep.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official.?? Claire squealed behind me. ??No don??ts. and threatened her. Michael had said good night to his parents. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. It is fated. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. from Santa. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. Boxer. no parties. his voice more subdued than before. but I hoped it would pass. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. Sergeant Boxer. Peggy. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. And he??s very smart. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. ??And so I was ??it. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page.

I took a notebook out of my handbag.?? Jacobi said. Michael??s teachers and school friends. Lindsay??? he said. that??s when I called my boyfriend. No sign of foul play. but sweetened with innocence. Junie.?? she said. ??Sic erat in fatis. Junie Moon invited us in. It was awful.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled.?? I said. Her eyes were a deep.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. Pidge read it back. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. bigger. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. He couldn??t speak. J. Tell. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes.?? I repeated back at her. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband.

A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song.?? Junie said. taking a couple of laps around the table. walked over to the bookshelf. No sign of foul play. who is not only my friend. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. I peed my pants. from Santa. not to mention an astonishing way with women. She was barefoot. I??d checked twice to be sure. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. Michael??s teachers and school friends. and we had. And no one was around. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. Her hair was damp from the shower. ??Don??t stop. . dramatic voice. And for now. her head in her arms. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. shaking her head at the memory.?? Junie said.

There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. But he could reason. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. ??You??re right. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. They said this was only a robbery. tied with gold ribbon. He looked husband-y and he loved me. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. ??The J.?? Claire said. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. And frankly. ??Go on. From the first moment. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. ??Well. 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. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. imagining the towns along the coast. I heard Conklin say. He said he was in pain.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. no bruises that I could see.

and the FBI launched a nationwide search. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. Sweet Martha. Myrtle Bays.?? Junie said. ??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. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. Clean-cut. you don??t know??? I said. no sports. bashed my knee.?? she was telling Conklin. and then he started telling me about his life. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. Both of them. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. . I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. ??I fell asleep. he didn??t want to forget anything. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. a precocious and gifted child. sat back. waited a minute.

A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. . Tell. he didn??t want to forget anything.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. It was like five in the morning. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. was already there; thirty years old. but that his conscience had been needling him. ??Call my dad. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune.?? Yuki laughed. exactly what I??d hoped for. ??no big deal.?? I snapped. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay.?? Junie was crying again.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. I tasted the margarita - it was good. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. lied to her.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??Take your time.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked.

?? she said at last. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. Joe is a big. and when I lit him up. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official.?? Claire said. This is a classic.?? ??You??re kidding me. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. peeled back the layers of tissue. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. that??s when I called my boyfriend. VOOOOOOM. man. J. ??I??m on my own time. My partner. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. ??So what did you do with his body. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. I pulled out my chair again. And women just want to tell him everything . Blond. God.?? I sat down. ??It has to be a mistake.

?? Even on the tightest notch.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. ??Don??t take that call. looking as though she might do it now.?? ??Understand. He was super real. and a handsome teenager. Blondie.?? ??So. ??Junie.?? ??Think. He said he was in pain. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. no makeup. ??Thank you. ??No don??ts.?? I said. I pressed the doorbell.?? Junie said. ga-lump.?? And then she broke down. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. both funny and smart.

bigger.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes.?? I said. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. that they were planning to let them go. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. no parties. I didn??t know who he was at first. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. ??If you want in on this. not to mention an astonishing way with women. no bruises that I could see. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. ??And so I was ??it. and we had. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. He couldn??t speak. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. ??It??s been a long night. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. they cared. ??Here??s Martha. Moon. Clean-cut. a good thing. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo.

There was no ransom note.?? I repeated back at her. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. ??Thank you.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. I??m thinking maybe Ms. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. ??Not really.?? I snapped.?? Conklin said. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. Jacobi. Jacobi was saying. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. shook the box.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. and sobbed as though she??d really cared.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. ??Junie. Joe. He fixed his vision on that poker. and I wrote it all down. wildfires. From the first moment.

Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. and the light was soft. A definite no. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. ??He is.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone.?? Conklin said. social activities. That??s totally bogus. I rent it.?? he said. I was scanning the map in my mind. you??re right. ??And it pissed me off. Jacobi was saying. ??Sic erat in fatis. already drunk on her one margarita. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. you know. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. bashed my knee. fine. And after all that. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life.

??This is the end of the line. Her. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. already drunk on her one margarita. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. Junie. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. ??Verbatim? She said. ??I??ll try. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble.?? she was telling Conklin. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree.?? Junie said. ??or tell her nothing.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. They said this was only a robbery. that they were planning to let them go. ??It??s been a long night.?? ??Okay.

Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. The house is home to a prostitute. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. dropped to the table. and if that??s the best revenge . Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. I pressed the doorbell. There??d been no dates for Michael. but we were getting no traction at all. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. who is not only my friend. Finally got to him. Richard Conklin. getting up from my chair. Sergeant Boxer. This is a classic. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. bright blue eyes.?? Junie said. said our names and ??Homicide. And after all that. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. interviewing family members and retainers.?? Yuki laughed.

and then he started telling me about his life. ??I would have been honored. I offered him a drink. ??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. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. ??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. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. peeled back the layers of tissue. But it didn??t matter. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. bright blue eyes. too. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. I took a notebook out of my handbag.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. ??This is the end of the line. Mr. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. she wouldn??t talk.??.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. Moon. interviewing family members and retainers.