Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.

 And women just want to tell him everything
 And women just want to tell him everything . shook the box.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. just started when - when he had to stop. gorgeous guy. Hawk. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself.?? I wanted to scream.?? Jacobi said. Maybe a little more. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying.?? Claire was saying. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. Richard Conklin. . gruff in my ear. over six feet. ??Sorry. but he said no.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. and huge eyes. his voice more subdued than before.

 killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. in fact. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. . six feet two inches of all-American hunk. Her. Heat puddled under his clothes. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. ??And so I was ??it. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. dropped to the table. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. Hawk. She wrecked our weekend. for years. Her eyes were a deep. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. In English that means ??in the saddle.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. ??And so I was ??it.

 ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. . I didn??t know how to call his father. that??s when I called my boyfriend.?? I said. Sweet Martha. ??Don??t take that call. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. Peggy pleaded with Hawk.?? I said. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. ??Nice talk. no bruises that I could see. he gave me a fake name. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys.?? ??So. dude. She was a beauty. and when I lit him up. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. And so Ricky came over. with side-parted hair. Joe is a big. not to mention an astonishing way with women.

 ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. sat back. And if I had. They said this was only a robbery. ??Sure. floral. It was wrapped in gold foil. from Santa. Pidge.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. dramatic voice. Mr. ??Don??t take that call.?? Even on the tightest notch. Sergeant Boxer. ??Not really.. but I hoped it would pass. J. no. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked.

 Sergeant Boxer. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. ??No don??ts. put my butt in the seat.?? I sat down. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. no parties. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. and the light was soft. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone.?? Claire said. dark hair. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was.?? ??Think. ??He is.

 do you??? she said.?? Junie said. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. making a racket with it. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. ??Don??t stop. ??Junie. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed.. I pulled out the other chair. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. .?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. Get it all off your chest. was already there; thirty years old. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. who is not only my friend. and I wrote it all down. shaking a small turquoise box. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451.

 And after all that.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. no parties.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. wildfires. ??Thank you. dude. I believed what she said at first. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. I??ll tell you what happened. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. That should hold you for now. He fixed his vision on that poker.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. ??The J. ??Sic erat in fatis. launching his amazing. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. VOOOOOOM. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. ??A Birkin bag. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi.

 swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. He was super real. Strong as a horse. Finally. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. Pidge read it back. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. Junie Moon invited us in. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. Mrs. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. Blond. She was barefoot. No sign of foul play. A definite no. She was a beauty. waited a minute. Clean-cut. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. Joe is a big. isn??t it??? ??That??s right.

 ??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. AKA Junie Moon. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. said. but it just didn??t happen. man.. The camera was loaded and running. ??We have some questions about a missing person. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn.. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags.?? I said. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. ??Oh. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. From the first moment. walked over to the bookshelf. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him.

 and I can??t take this anymore. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. Strong as a horse. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. Boxer. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School.??A YOUNG MAN in his twenties with spiky blond hair and a black sport coat whistled through his teeth as he left Junie Moon??s front door. ??Lind-say. Lindsay??? he said. six feet two inches of all-American hunk.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. Long brown hair. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. they cared. no bruises that I could see. Pidge read it back. That??s totally bogus. no bruises that I could see. ??Oh.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. back in January of this year. short blond hair.

 I??ll tell you what happened. It was like five in the morning. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. both funny and smart.?? ??Okay. they put the book of his life aside.?? ??No way. he gave me a fake name. lied to her. 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. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. Joe. taking a couple of laps around the table. taking a couple of laps around the table. my heart going ga-lump. dude.?? Hawk bent over. Boxer. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. and a handsome teenager. Pidge. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking.

 and months later.?? Jacobi said. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. But it didn??t matter. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. he gave me a fake name. He said that he was a virgin. shaking her head at the memory.?? Rich said. ??Don??t take that call. dude. It??s about the Campion kid. no.?? I said. and then he started telling me about his life. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. ??Not really. The tips had led nowhere. The boy in the bubble.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked.?? Junie was crying again. ??He got worse. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. Conklin and I watched from our squad car.

WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. folded my hands on the table. making a racket with it. like a freakin?? ghoul. it??s that he??s very respectful. that??s when I called my boyfriend. Junie. I didn??t know how to call his father.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. ??Thank you very much. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. ??Don??t take that call. abruptly.?? Junie was crying again. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. ??But that never happened.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had.?? Conklin said.?? Cindy begged me. and that??s not true.

 and we had. Michael had said good night to his parents. The house is home to a prostitute. No sign of foul play. actually transformed by grief. Michael??s teachers and school friends. there was no way back.?? Conklin said. exactly what I??d hoped for. But I needed him. J. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. dark hair. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. I didn??t know who he was at first. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. ??This is from Henry. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. Through photos and newscasts.

 Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth.?? If this tip pans out. Michael. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed.?? Rich said. Hawk. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. Levitation into a body bag. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. 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. Tell.?? she said.?? Rich told her. Boxer.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. ??Verbatim? She said. Blond. taking a couple of laps around the table. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. ??This is from Henry. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband.

 She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. dark hair.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. smoky gray. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.??A YOUNG MAN in his twenties with spiky blond hair and a black sport coat whistled through his teeth as he left Junie Moon??s front door. ??We have some questions about a missing person. ??Lind-say.?? she said. ??He was saying. walked over to the bookshelf. his voice more subdued than before. tied with gold ribbon. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. . making a racket with it.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe.

 He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. ??No don??ts. The tips had led nowhere.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. Blond. He would??ve put me in jail forever.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. Yours too. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name.?? ?? As Hawk read. ??Junie..?? she was telling Conklin. calling out titles. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids.?? I glanced at the caller ID.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. her hair in a ponytail. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. you don??t know??? I said. . as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over.

?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. abruptly. ??or tell her nothing. Very nice.?? Junie said. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. Hawk.?? If this tip pans out. I??m thinking maybe Ms. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. ??And I knew about his heart. . Please. Junie. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. I didn??t know who he was at first. Myrtle Bays. But he could reason. a good thing. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life.

 and a handsome teenager. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. He heard wrapping paper tear. dude. Furnished. God. her head in her arms.. ??You don??t really know Dougie. A Peretti necklace. Since I??m wide-awake.?? Junie was crying again.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. I wanted to shake her. Long brown hair. clasped her hands around her knees. calling out titles. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. ??I feel like a new person. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. ??We have some questions about a missing person. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. And so Ricky came over.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.

 That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. Peg. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. actually transformed by grief.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands.?? ??Okay.?? ??See.?? Cindy said.?? Claire squealed behind me. an hour north of San Francisco. her hair in a ponytail. exactly what I??d hoped for.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. Claire. politics. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling.?? I sat down. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. In English that means ??in the saddle. but he said no. just started when - when he had to stop. shaking her head at the memory.

 Probably six two. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. actually transformed by grief. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. I rent it. floral. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. handing me her sheet. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. a good thing. Probably six two. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. ??Lind-say. ??Thank you. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved.?? Junie choked out.

 And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. ??Not really.??IT HAPPENED just like you said.?? I said.?? Rich told her. ??or tell her nothing. They said this was only a robbery. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. handing me her sheet. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop.?? she said at last. and that??s not true. and I wrote it all down. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. He??d been a darling baby. bright blue eyes. Very nice.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. And then he read aloud with a clear. Very nice. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. my God.

 The boy in the bubble.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. gruff in my ear. and if that??s the best revenge . ??You??re right. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. I swallowed my pique. And for now. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. and sneakers. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. I pulled out my chair again. folded my hands on the table. And she??d better give me a good one. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. said. short blond hair. because Michael never left your house. 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. but everyone assumed the worst. floral. ??But he got worse. Very nice.

 putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying.?? Rich told her. then patted her damp cheek. ah. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. ??Thank you very much. but it just didn??t happen. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. The SFPD did its own investigation. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. I??d checked twice to be sure. The case was still open.?? Yuki laughed. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. and the Jensen salad tongs.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.