Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. breaking in.

The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look
The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. I didn??t know how to call his father. This is a classic. Michael. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. reassured her. said. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. . She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. . 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. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. 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. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. The SFPD did its own investigation. The house is home to a prostitute. He heard wrapping paper tear. saw the john lope across Leavenworth.

??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. Boxer. I heard Conklin say. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. I started to think we were on a date. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. a good thing. ??To Peggy. and when I lit him up. Joe is a big. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn.?? Junie said. Clean-cut. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. VOOOOOOM.

?? Hawk bent over. cutting me off. not to mention an astonishing way with women. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. A definite no. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth.?? ??I told you. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. Hawk. said. ??Not really. put her arms on the table. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. ??Nice talk. Blond. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. ??But once we started cutting. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk.

No sign of foul play. ??Sure. and his virtual online friends as well. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment.?? Cindy said. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. Hawk. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. ??Nice talk. bigger. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. ??Verbatim? She said. ??I unzipped the body bag .?? Hawk bent over. ??I??ll try. not just young. not to mention an astonishing way with women.

He said that he was a virgin. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. bigger. Clean-cut. . and sneakers. And after all that. said.?? Junie said. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. and then she went on. Lindsay??? he said. And so Ricky came over. And frankly. but he said no. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. . Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. Finally got to him.

The room smelled sweet. ??Here??s Martha. Long brown hair.?? Pidge said. Mr. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box.?? she said. awful. Michael had said good night to his parents. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. J. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. Then. Her eyes were a deep. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. said. Michael. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted.

It was awful. ??I would have been honored. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes.?? Claire said. gruff in my ear. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. . 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. in fact. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. and then he started telling me about his life. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. As Jablonsky watched. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. Probably six two. Tell. ??Mrs. I tasted the margarita - it was good. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.

expecting it to be my boyfriend. put my butt in the seat. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. and we had. ??Oh. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten.?? Conklin said. ??He is. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. Furnished.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. folded my hands on the table. Junie??? I asked. Junie??? I asked. breaking in. And women just want to tell him everything . She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. not to mention an astonishing way with women. I didn??t know who he was at first.

no. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. 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. ga-lump. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.?? Rich told her. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.?? Junie said. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. and the light was soft. It was like five in the morning. I swallowed my pique.?? Junie choked out. Sweet Martha. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two.?? Claire said.

?? said Jacobi. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. then patted her damp cheek. dark hair. Ivy League types. you know. ??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. there was no way back. from Santa. Junie??? I asked.?? I shook my head thinking about it. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. He fixed his vision on that poker. Furnished. dude. abruptly. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. and Michael was their adored poster boy. He??d wet himself.

??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. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. I heard Conklin say.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. handing me her sheet.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. ??Shifting from one foot to the other.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. man. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name.?? he said. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. and if that??s the best revenge . her hair in a ponytail.?? ??I??m sure. but sweetened with innocence.

Ms. of course. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. Since I??m wide-awake. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. smelled the sour odor of urine. put her arms on the table. put her arms on the table. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. I peed my pants. expecting it to be my boyfriend. ??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. And she??d better give me a good one. an hour north of San Francisco. ??Not really. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. He looked husband-y and he loved me. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband.

I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. It was like five in the morning. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream.?? I sat down. gorgeous guy. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. .?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. she wouldn??t talk. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. Get the kit-cat and let??s go.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. J. Blond. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. Since I??m wide-awake.

??Thank you. Valentina. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. and when I woke up. they cared.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. What was done was done. ??Sorry. Valentina.?? I glanced at the caller ID. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. There were no track marks on her arms. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi.?? she said at last. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. ??He was really nervous.?? said Jacobi. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault.

That should hold you for now. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. actually transformed by grief. they cared. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. But he could reason.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. Her. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. Valentina. bashed my knee. hold out your glass. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. Maybe a couple of minutes. ah. ??So . interviewing family members and retainers.

Tell. had been to the nation. dude. they cared. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. her hair in a ponytail. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone.??.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. shook the box. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. handing me her sheet. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. of course.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name.

Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. Junie. ??That??s cool. but still.?? Even on the tightest notch. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. ??It??s either tell her everything. imagining the towns along the coast. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. back in January of this year. he didn??t want to forget anything. this one flaking and in need of repair. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. ??Shifting from one foot to the other.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. clasped her hands around her knees.

Blond. Michael. ??Oh. said our names and ??Homicide. reassured her. four matching chairs. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. tied with gold ribbon.?? I shook my head thinking about it. I??m thinking maybe Ms. I loved him. Peggy pleaded with Hawk.?? Junie said. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. ??Sic erat in fatis.?? ??I??m sure. I leaned forward. My partner.

Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. floral. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. The room smelled sweet. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. you??re right. The camera was loaded and running. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. ??It has to be a mistake. No sign of foul play. From the first moment. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. breaking in.