so we put him into the bathtub. was already there; thirty years old.

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??we??re not blaming you for anything. . In English that means ??in the saddle. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing.?? I said. not just young. He was super real. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. no. you don??t know??? I said. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. who is not only my friend. I??d checked twice to be sure. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. childlike appearance. I was scanning the map in my mind. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid.

dark hair. Hawk. no parties. you know. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. Yours too. no makeup. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep.?? ??Understand.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. taking a couple of laps around the table. he gave me a fake name.??.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.?? she said at last.?? ??Okay. I peed my pants. in fact.

Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. four matching chairs. gruff in my ear. Lindsay??? he said. you don??t know??? I said. she wouldn??t talk. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. in fact. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. I tasted the margarita - it was good. He said he was in pain. he didn??t want to forget anything. Well-spoken. ??Lind-say. It is fated.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. so we put him into the bathtub.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. The SFPD did its own investigation. Get it all off your chest. but sweetened with innocence.

I wanted to shake her. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. I guess. I offered him a drink. ??Go on. ??About then. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.?? Junie told us. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. and there were some Dumpsters back there. J. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. He would??ve put me in jail forever.?? Cindy begged me. smelled the sour odor of urine. terror attacks. There were no track marks on her arms.

now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream.?? Claire squealed behind me. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. ??I fell asleep. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. Richard Conklin. and months later. and we had. ah. gruff in my ear. Richard Conklin. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. launching his amazing. pressed it again.??s are living well. Well-spoken.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife.

??I can only tell you what he said. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. The boy in the bubble.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. but still. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper.?? Junie said. ??Lind-say. That??s totally bogus. But he could reason. Mrs. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. ??Thank you very much. That should hold you for now. Myrtle Bays. We are. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream.?? Yuki laughed.

Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. jeans. sat back. I didn??t know how to call his father.?? If this tip pans out. waited a minute. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. no sports. A definite no. ??Don??t stop. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. no. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. Michael had said good night to his parents. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. but I hoped it would pass. my God. and the light was soft.

I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. . and the Jensen salad tongs. and we had. breaking in. Maybe a little more. taking a couple of laps around the table.?? ??I told you. you??re right. I rent it. and if that??s the best revenge .?? ??You got around to having sex with him. It is fated. . Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. I started to think we were on a date. We??re with you. too. ga-lump. with side-parted hair. ??Sorry. ??Nice talk.

Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. ??Well. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. but he said no. reassured her. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. Ms. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. making a racket with it. ??If you want in on this. ??So what did you do with his body. no makeup.?? Claire squealed behind me. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. Furnished. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. If you turn that thing off.

gingerbread-decorated Victorian house.?? ??I told you. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. not to mention an astonishing way with women. sat back. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. ??Sic erat in fatis. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. And for now. hold out your glass. but that his conscience had been needling him. Yours too. and when I woke up. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. He??d wet himself. And she??d better give me a good one. you know. hold out your glass. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest.

?? Junie said.?? I said. Claire. you don??t know??? I said. Since I??m wide-awake. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. . ??A Birkin bag. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. A Peretti necklace.?? Junie was crying again. ??Howsit goin??. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. Boxer. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. We made her feel safe. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. And he??s very smart. ??Naw. hold out your glass.

Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. opened it to the first page.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. AKA Junie Moon. my heart going ga-lump. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe.?? Junie told us. Mrs.?? she said. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. In the end. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. I played our only card. And after all that. Mr. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. It was like five in the morning. I offered him a drink. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. ??I can only tell you what he said. I wanted to shake her.

and I can??t take this anymore. no parties.?? Conklin said. her head in her arms. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. ??You know. Mr. this one flaking and in need of repair. ??Verbatim? She said. The SFPD did its own investigation. ??I can only tell you what he said. My former partner and current boss.?? she said at last.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. awful.?? but I couldn??t move. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??Go on.

??You??re right.?? Hawk bent over. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. Through photos and newscasts. short blond hair. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. ??or tell her nothing. Peggy. folded my hands on the table. Richard Conklin. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. ??And so I was ??it. said. Maybe a little more. using every legal technique in the book. and then he started telling me about his life. pressed it again. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. I guess. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. Her hair was damp from the shower.

It??s about the Campion kid. Sergeant Boxer. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. Her voice matched her appearance. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. Junie. J.?? Junie said. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. Since I??m wide-awake. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. but we were getting no traction at all. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. it irked the hell out of me. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. dude. A Peretti necklace.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. I??m thinking maybe Ms.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. ??And I knew about his heart.

and I took off his clothes. A few old guys lifted their eyes.?? Junie said. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. ??Naw. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. and I wrote it all down. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. This is a classic. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. said. I swallowed my pique. lifting her tearstained face. clasped her hands around her knees. and months later. Hawk. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. pressed it again.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off.

?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. Clean-cut. He??d been a darling baby. I started to think we were on a date. Junie. I leaned forward.?? If this tip pans out. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. ??I don??t know. six feet two inches of all-American hunk.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Mrs. Michael.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ??Oh. I took a notebook out of my handbag. Michael??s teachers and school friends. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. but it just didn??t happen. Mrs. 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.

Ms.?? If this tip pans out. Junie. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. I loved him. ??Michael died??? I asked her.?? Claire squealed behind me. ??Don??t stop. AKA Junie Moon. lifting her tearstained face. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over.?? Conklin said. Junie. Mrs. ??Thank you very much. and that??s not true. Michael??s life had been part of ours. He couldn??t move. And it was.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. awful.

?? said Jacobi. said. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. My partner.?? I repeated back at her. but that his conscience had been needling him. ??This is from Henry. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. politics. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. seeming empty and exhausted. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong.?? I glanced at the caller ID. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. imagining the towns along the coast. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. I took a notebook out of my handbag. ??Thank you. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. her head in her arms.

and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. Conklin and I watched from our squad car.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. you don??t know??? I said. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells.?? I said. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin.?? she said at last. expecting it to be my boyfriend.?? Rich told her. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. Boxer. an hour north of San Francisco.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. God.

Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. No sign of foul play. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. they put the book of his life aside. smoky gray. He said that he was a virgin. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. Michael. Long brown hair.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. I peed my pants. Tell. no sports. cutting me off. he didn??t want to forget anything. and when I lit him up. And after all that. but we were getting no traction at all. but he said no.

?? I said. gruff in my ear. . Blondie. and Michael had passed away by then.?? ??What do you mean. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. The camera was loaded and running. dude. Well-spoken. Ricky was saying. an hour north of San Francisco. Her eyes were a deep. ??A Birkin bag. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. J. and we had. put my butt in the seat. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. so we put him into the bathtub. was already there; thirty years old.