He fixed his vision on that poker.

 ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed
 ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. and Michael was their adored poster boy. Levitation into a body bag. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.?? Junie said. from Santa. warming to the subject.?? I said. A definite no. I was scanning the map in my mind. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. bashed my knee. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. And while the public rarely saw Michael.

 the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. and that made it even less understandable. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. . saw the john lope across Leavenworth. It is fated.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. I tasted the margarita - it was good. I didn??t know who he was at first. I didn??t know who he was at first. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. J. shaking a small turquoise box. And no one was around.

 swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. there was no way back. and the Jensen salad tongs. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest.?? she said with a wistful smile. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. 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. ??Nice place. ??no big deal. do you??? she said.

 ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. The SFPD did its own investigation.?? she said. so we put him into the bathtub. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth.?? she said. and we had. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. smoky gray. 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.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world.?? ?? As Hawk read.?? Junie said.

 and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. Michael had said good night to his parents. As Jablonsky watched. He couldn??t move. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. ??No don??ts.?? she said. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. Probably six two. using every legal technique in the book. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable.?? Conklin murmured. you know. Meaty hands.

 I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. and when I woke up. We made her feel safe.?? Junie said. ??It??s Saturday. his voice more subdued than before. too. 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. an hour north of San Francisco. to see things blackened and changed. and if that??s the best revenge .?? ??You got around to having sex with him. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. . ??It??s a tip kind of lead.

 folded my hands on the table. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. dude. Yours too. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. seeming empty and exhausted. I pulled out my chair again. Get it all off your chest. J. said our names and ??Homicide. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. What? What was happening? And then he realized. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes.

 And she??d better give me a good one. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. No sign of foul play. they put the book of his life aside.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. awful. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. It is fated. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. ??It??s Saturday. My partner. Christ. Ricky was saying.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. Sweet Martha.

 he gave me a fake name. and when I woke up. ??I don??t know. they cared. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. Joe is a big. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. a precocious and gifted child. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers.?? ?? As Hawk read.?? ?? As Hawk read. Finally. He said he was in pain. Sweet Martha.

. ??It has to be a mistake.?? Junie said. ??I??ve never met him. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. but we were getting no traction at all. Ivy League types. and then she went on. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. Lindsay??? he said. He said to Henry Jablonsky. Eyes and tongue bugged out.?? I said. abruptly. I played our only card.

?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. and a handsome teenager. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your.?? Junie said.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. Sweet Martha.

 . Michael??s teachers and school friends. ??A Birkin bag. dude. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. Get the kit-cat and let??s go.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. ??no big deal. ??I fell asleep.

 and while the public would never forget him.?? Junie said. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe.?? but I couldn??t move. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No.??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.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. ??After a few hours.?? And then she broke down.?? If this tip pans out. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. There was no ransom note. it irked the hell out of me.

 ??So what did you do with his body.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. Hawk. What was done was done. imagining the towns along the coast. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. ??After a few hours. ??I??m on my own time. dude. my God. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. ??We have some questions about a missing person. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue.

 Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. Her hair was damp from the shower.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. Junie..?? she said. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. It was wrapped in gold foil. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. There was no ransom note. too. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. but still. He fixed his vision on that poker.