his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. I??m thinking maybe Ms.?? Junie said. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. and when I woke up. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. Junie. terror attacks. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. J.?? I said.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED.?? respectful manner.?? Conklin said. this one flaking and in need of repair. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. not just young. it irked the hell out of me. And she??d better give me a good one. pressed it again. ??Go on. ??When Michael called to make the date. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. ??Junie wasn??t in custody.?? Junie said. ??no big deal. ??He is. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. Maybe a little more. ??He got worse. ??I don??t know. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. you don??t know??? I said.?? ??Okay. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. I offered him a drink. short blond hair. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. he gave me a fake name. There were no track marks on her arms.?? but I couldn??t move. for God??s sake. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. Mr. ??When Michael called to make the date. ??Naw. and if that??s the best revenge . ??But that never happened. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. ??It??s either tell her everything. And Junie began to tell us everything. Blondie. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back.?? ??See. and I took off his clothes.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. Meaty hands. too. Please. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. Probably six two.?? Conklin said. . ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. and months later. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. Hawk. ??And so I was ??it. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. floral. no sports.?? Conklin said.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours.??. had been to the nation. but I hoped it would pass. Get it all off your chest.?? ?? As Hawk read. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. . He heard wrapping paper tear. and then he started telling me about his life. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. The tips had led nowhere. J. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. breaking in. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. Hawk. no sports.?? I said. This is our game. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. reassured her.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. And he??s very smart. And women just want to tell him everything . You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. naturally. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed.?? Junie was crying again. God. Furnished. . ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. 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. the Hermès tie. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. I didn??t know who he was at first.?? Junie said.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. ?? I said. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. Boxer.?? I said. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. and then he started telling me about his life. ??Sic erat in fatis.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. VOOOOOOM.?? Cindy said. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. no bruises that I could see.?? Junie was crying again. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. And women just want to tell him everything . and when I lit him up. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. She wrecked our weekend.?? Rich said. her head in her arms. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. Well-spoken. And while the public rarely saw Michael. shaking her head at the memory. From the first moment. ??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 house is home to a prostitute. He would??ve put me in jail forever. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. using every legal technique in the book.?? Junie said. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. I didn??t know how to call his father. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. and that made it even less understandable. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. My partner. He said that he was a virgin. ??It has to be a mistake. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. no bruises that I could see.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. I guess.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. Michael??s life had been part of ours.?? Junie choked out. and sneakers. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. And he??s very smart. ?? she was telling Conklin. She was barefoot. He said he was in pain. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk.?? Junie insisted. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. Joe is a big. social activities. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. J. and I took off his clothes. In the end.?? Rich said. isn??t it??? ??That??s right.?? ??Understand. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. And Junie began to tell us everything. And while the public rarely saw Michael. and a handsome teenager. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. Our rules. ga-lump.?? Junie told us. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. and I think I would know. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. pressed it again. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. I heard Conklin say. Blond. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. but that his conscience had been needling him. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. in fact. imagining the towns along the coast. . thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. ??So . She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. Her voice matched her appearance. no bruises that I could see. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. and we had. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. Mrs. There??d been no dates for Michael. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had.?? she was telling Conklin.?? I said. Joe. VOOOOOOM. Blondie. but everyone assumed the worst. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. dramatic voice. not to mention an astonishing way with women. 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. launching his amazing. gruff in my ear. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. He would??ve put me in jail forever. And so Ricky came over. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. no parties. ??I??m on my own time. Finally got to him.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. ?? ??You??re kidding me.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. Michael??s life had been part of ours.?? Rich said. Moon. you don??t know??? I said.?? Junie insisted. Probably six two. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. ??Sure. 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. A definite no. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. hold out your glass. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. and if that??s the best revenge . so we put him into the bathtub. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. I??d checked twice to be sure. making a racket with it. he gave me a fake name.?? And then she broke down.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. said. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. And for now. J. Our rules. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. He couldn??t speak. And women just want to tell him everything . the blond one. ??His feet were hovering above the hay.?? said the young woman. Junie. ??It??s been a long night. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. She was a beauty. ??So what did you do with his body. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys.?? Jacobi said. in fact. Myrtle Bays. Through photos and newscasts. ??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. ?? I said. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. shook the box.?? Conklin murmured. that??s when I called my boyfriend. Michael??s life had been part of ours. like lavender and jasmine. and while the public would never forget him. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. . Finally got to him. interviewing family members and retainers. ??To Peggy. because Michael never left your house. but that his conscience had been needling him. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. but we??ve got a credible lead. He couldn??t move. and then he started telling me about his life. We??re with you. Through photos and newscasts. And women just want to tell him everything . social activities. imagining the towns along the coast. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. 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. shaking a small turquoise box. And it was.?? she said. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. and then he started telling me about his life. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. I believed what she said at first. pleading to Conklin with her eyes.?? I shook my head thinking about it.

 his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep
 his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. I??m thinking maybe Ms.?? Junie said. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. and when I woke up. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. Junie. terror attacks. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. J.?? I said.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED.?? respectful manner.?? Conklin said. this one flaking and in need of repair. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared.

 I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. not just young. it irked the hell out of me. And she??d better give me a good one. pressed it again. ??Go on. ??When Michael called to make the date. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. ??Junie wasn??t in custody.?? Junie said. ??no big deal. ??He is. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. Maybe a little more. ??He got worse. ??I don??t know.

 pleading to Conklin with her eyes. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. you don??t know??? I said.?? ??Okay. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. I offered him a drink. short blond hair. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. he gave me a fake name. There were no track marks on her arms.?? but I couldn??t move. for God??s sake. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. Mr. ??When Michael called to make the date. ??Naw. and if that??s the best revenge . ??But that never happened.

 ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. ??It??s either tell her everything. And Junie began to tell us everything. Blondie. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back.?? ??See. and I took off his clothes.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. Meaty hands. too. Please. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. Probably six two.?? Conklin said. . ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. and months later. showing her a photo of Michael Campion.

 ??His feet were hovering above the hay. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. Hawk. ??And so I was ??it. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. floral. no sports.?? Conklin said.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours.??. had been to the nation. but I hoped it would pass. Get it all off your chest.?? ?? As Hawk read. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off.

 . He heard wrapping paper tear. and then he started telling me about his life. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. The tips had led nowhere. J. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. breaking in. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. Hawk. no sports.?? I said. This is our game. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. reassured her.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. And he??s very smart. And women just want to tell him everything . You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation.

 naturally. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed.?? Junie was crying again. God. Furnished. . ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. 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. the Hermès tie. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. I didn??t know who he was at first.?? Junie said.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.

?? I said. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. Boxer.?? I said. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. and then he started telling me about his life. ??Sic erat in fatis.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. VOOOOOOM.?? Cindy said. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. no bruises that I could see.?? Junie was crying again. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. And women just want to tell him everything . and when I lit him up. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.

 She wrecked our weekend.?? Rich said. her head in her arms. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. Well-spoken. And while the public rarely saw Michael. shaking her head at the memory. From the first moment. ??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 house is home to a prostitute. He would??ve put me in jail forever. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. using every legal technique in the book.?? Junie said.

 six feet two inches of all-American hunk. I didn??t know how to call his father. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. and that made it even less understandable. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. My partner. He said that he was a virgin. ??It has to be a mistake. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. no bruises that I could see.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. I guess.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. Michael??s life had been part of ours.?? Junie choked out. and sneakers. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. And he??s very smart.

?? she was telling Conklin. She was barefoot. He said he was in pain. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk.?? Junie insisted. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. Joe is a big. social activities. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. J. and I took off his clothes. In the end.?? Rich said. isn??t it??? ??That??s right.?? ??Understand. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him.

 And Junie began to tell us everything. And while the public rarely saw Michael. and a handsome teenager. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. Our rules. ga-lump.?? Junie told us. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. and I think I would know. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. pressed it again. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. I heard Conklin say. Blond. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. but that his conscience had been needling him. ??I??d like to meet him sometime.

 in fact. imagining the towns along the coast. . thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. ??So . She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. Her voice matched her appearance. no bruises that I could see. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. and we had. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. Mrs. There??d been no dates for Michael. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had.?? she was telling Conklin.?? I said. Joe. VOOOOOOM. Blondie.

 but everyone assumed the worst. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. dramatic voice. not to mention an astonishing way with women. 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. launching his amazing. gruff in my ear. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. He would??ve put me in jail forever. And so Ricky came over. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. no parties. ??I??m on my own time. Finally got to him.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth.

?? ??You??re kidding me.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. Michael??s life had been part of ours.?? Rich said. Moon. you don??t know??? I said.?? Junie insisted. Probably six two. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. ??Sure. 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. A definite no. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. hold out your glass. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth.

 ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. and if that??s the best revenge . so we put him into the bathtub. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. I??d checked twice to be sure. making a racket with it. he gave me a fake name.?? And then she broke down.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. said. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. And for now. J. Our rules. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. He couldn??t speak.

 And women just want to tell him everything . the blond one. ??His feet were hovering above the hay.?? said the young woman. Junie. ??It??s been a long night. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. She was a beauty. ??So what did you do with his body. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys.?? Jacobi said. in fact. Myrtle Bays. Through photos and newscasts. ??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.

?? I said. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. shook the box.?? Conklin murmured. that??s when I called my boyfriend. Michael??s life had been part of ours. like lavender and jasmine. and while the public would never forget him. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. . Finally got to him. interviewing family members and retainers. ??To Peggy. because Michael never left your house. but that his conscience had been needling him. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. but we??ve got a credible lead. He couldn??t move. and then he started telling me about his life.

 We??re with you. Through photos and newscasts. And women just want to tell him everything . social activities. imagining the towns along the coast. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. 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. shaking a small turquoise box. And it was.?? she said. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. and then he started telling me about his life. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. I believed what she said at first. pleading to Conklin with her eyes.?? I shook my head thinking about it.