specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life.

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 dramatic voice. She wrecked our weekend. I??ll tell you what happened. and I took off his clothes. I??m thinking maybe Ms. too. J. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. looking as though she might do it now. for God??s sake. Our rules.?? Claire said.?? Yuki laughed.?? I said. and a handsome teenager.?? ??You got around to having sex with him.?? I said.??s are living well. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. I swallowed my pique. Levitation into a body bag.

 and I was sure if she was Mirandized.?? she said. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. floral. ??But once we started cutting. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. Through photos and newscasts. She was barefoot.?? I repeated back at her. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. ??You don??t really know Dougie. A definite no. sat back. There??d been no dates for Michael. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. the Hermès tie. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. Boxer.?? ??See. But he could reason. I pressed the doorbell. Pidge read it back. breaking in. Strong as a horse.

 Jacobi was saying.?? I took a deep breath and told Joe all about Junie Moon; how she??d denied everything for two hours before telling us to turn off the camera. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. This is our game. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. I was scanning the map in my mind. fine. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. breaking in. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. My border collie.?? Claire said. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. From the first moment. And after all that. Pidge. this one flaking and in need of repair. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. ??You??re right. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. I??d checked twice to be sure. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison.

 calling out titles. ??Lindsay. ??He got worse. And he??s very smart. ??This is from Henry. ??When Michael called to make the date. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. ??To Peggy. The case was still open. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. back in January of this year. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. and then she went on.?? Hawk said. My border collie. ??And so I was ??it. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. dropped to the table. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. He was super real. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. Mrs. We leaned on her.

 too. for God??s sake. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. And women just want to tell him everything . Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. he didn??t want to forget anything.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. waited a minute.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. and I wrote it all down. and the Jensen salad tongs. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. ??Michael died??? I asked her. ??But he got worse. ??Say good-bye to Peggy.?? she said. The boy in the bubble. her head in her arms. Mr. ??or tell her nothing. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. . He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays.

 smoky gray. Boxer. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. gruff in my ear. Boxer. so we put him into the bathtub. The house is home to a prostitute. you don??t know??? I said. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. The SFPD did its own investigation. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. ??Not really. jeans.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. She wrecked our weekend. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. From the first moment. There was no ransom note.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. ??I feel like a new person.

 and Michael was their adored poster boy. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. you know.?? Hawk bent over.?? Junie told us. It was awful. J. Mr. Peg. . clasped her hands around her knees.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. ??I??m on my own time.?? I said. . He couldn??t speak.?? Jacobi said. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. the cuffs were loose around her wrists.?? said Jacobi. both funny and smart. And Junie began to tell us everything. ??A Birkin bag. pulled against his restraints.

 ??A Birkin bag. do you??? she said.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin.?? ??No way.?? I said. they put the book of his life aside.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. If you turn that thing off. Then. They said this was only a robbery. ??no big deal. ??If you want in on this. ??Sorry.?? ??Okay. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin.?? I said. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. . ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. Myrtle Bays. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. waited a minute.?? she said at last. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten.

?? I said. He fixed his vision on that poker. his voice more subdued than before. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo.?? Claire squealed behind me. She wrecked our weekend. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. And after all that. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live.?? Hawk bent over. ??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. ??I??ll try. and a handsome teenager. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. but I hoped it would pass. four matching chairs.?? If this tip pans out. then patted her damp cheek. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. As Jablonsky watched. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. walked over to the bookshelf.

 Mrs. And he??s very smart. ??You don??t really know Dougie. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. Boxer. warming to the subject. Michael. Clean-cut.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. ??To Peggy.?? I repeated back at her. her hair in a ponytail. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. and the light was soft. the Hermès tie. bashed my knee. ??It??s Saturday. Richard Conklin. but I hoped it would pass. And frankly. that they were planning to let them go.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. seeming empty and exhausted. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No.

 Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. and that made it even less understandable. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. ??When Michael called to make the date.. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted.?? ??Okay.?? ??So. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. Pidge. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. 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. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.?? ??Okay. He couldn??t move. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. ??But once we started cutting. making a racket with it. ??I would have been honored. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.

 No sign of foul play. He looked husband-y and he loved me. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. and Michael had passed away by then.?? Junie told us. Maybe a couple of minutes. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. Junie.?? ??I told you. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. I guess. Conklin and I watched from our squad car.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. fine. and I can??t take this anymore. ??Nice place. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. dude. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. and his virtual online friends as well. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. 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. It is fated.

 Mrs. no.?? Claire squealed behind me.?? ?? As Hawk read. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. and if that??s the best revenge . ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. Probably six two. Then I snapped out of it. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. because Michael never left your house. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.?? Conklin said. clasped her hands around her knees.

 ??After a few hours. Hawk. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. And after all that. And she??d better give me a good one. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old.?? Junie insisted. I loved him. I didn??t know who he was at first. I tasted the margarita - it was good. ??So what did you do with his body.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. there was no way back. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. I pulled out the other chair. I??m thinking maybe Ms.?? I said. Maybe a little more. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. not to mention an astonishing way with women. . They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them.

 said.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. Hawk. ??I unzipped the body bag .?? I said. Pidge. her voice trembling just a bit. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. ??Junie. Mrs. a good thing. ??His feet were hovering above the hay.?? I said. Mrs. seeming empty and exhausted. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. that they were planning to let them go. We are.?? ??So. He said that he was a virgin. It was like five in the morning. The room smelled sweet. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. ??I unzipped the body bag .

 Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. her head in her arms.?? Jacobi said. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.?? said the young woman. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. awful. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. Boxer. Junie. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. you know. Meaty hands. He said to Henry Jablonsky. Boxer. ??I??ve never met him. He fixed his vision on that poker. dude. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. And she??d better give me a good one. and no trace of Michael had surfaced.

 ??No don??ts. and in the morning his bedroom was empty.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. the Hermès tie. A definite no. no sports.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. Strong as a horse.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. Tell. I heard Conklin say..?? I said. lifting her tearstained face. Myrtle Bays. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. she wouldn??t talk. ??Thank you very much. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. We leaned on her. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. naturally.

 isn??t it??? ??That??s right. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. childlike appearance. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. put my butt in the seat. ga-lump. and that??s not true. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. who is not only my friend. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. Maybe a little more. . ??I unzipped the body bag . Maybe a little more.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. That??s totally bogus. ??You know. Michael??s teachers and school friends. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. back in January of this year. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. Both of them.?? ??I??m sure. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared.

?? but I couldn??t move.?? ??Understand. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. Yours too. I rent it. and Michael had passed away by then. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. Mr. I pressed the doorbell.?? ??I told you. I believed what she said at first. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. terror attacks. not to mention an astonishing way with women. ??That??s cool. ??I don??t know. ??I??m on my own time. because Michael never left your house. That??s totally bogus. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. And then he read aloud with a clear. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. Hawk. .

 ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. that they were planning to let them go. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace.?? Junie insisted. Very nice. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. floral. Michael??s teachers and school friends. shook the box. Ms.. ??So . ??Nice talk. it irked the hell out of me. Her. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. ??Take your time. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. said. No sign of foul play. He fixed his vision on that poker. Dude.?? ??So. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes.

 showing her a photo of Michael Campion. it irked the hell out of me. And if I had.?? I said. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. Mrs. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. ah. but it just didn??t happen. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. but still. Peggy. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. Boxer. Meaty hands. There were no track marks on her arms. Dude. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. Sweet Martha. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. ??Wow. ??You don??t really know Dougie.?? Jacobi said. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. Junie Moon invited us in. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth.

 as though he were a friend of the family. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend.. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. J. but sweetened with innocence. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. not just young. The house is home to a prostitute.?? ??See. Michael had said good night to his parents.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf.?? I snapped. but we were getting no traction at all. ??Howsit goin??. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. Through photos and newscasts. ??But that never happened. Her eyes were a deep. If you turn that thing off. There??d been no dates for Michael. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. and a handsome teenager.

 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. If you turn that thing off. That??s totally bogus. naturally. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. ??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. ??You??re right. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. Luckily.?? I said. dude. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. He would??ve put me in jail forever.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. ??You know. and the Jensen salad tongs. Junie. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. VOOOOOOM. I??d checked twice to be sure.?? I wanted to scream. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. ??Don??t stop. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains.

 Pidge. and I took off his clothes. dropped to the table. it??s nothing. ??That??s cool.?? I said. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. said. Boxer. Lindsay??? he said. The camera was loaded and running. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street.?? I snapped. but everyone assumed the worst. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him.. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. Her voice matched her appearance. ??Don??t stop. and when I woke up. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. four matching chairs. VOOOOOOM. He heard wrapping paper tear. It was like five in the morning.?? I glanced at the caller ID.

 The tips had led nowhere. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. ??But that never happened. It was like five in the morning.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. Jacobi. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. Eyes and tongue bugged out.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. Pidge. Both of them. The room smelled sweet. A Peretti necklace.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. J. Myrtle Bays. Joe. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation.?? Hawk bent over. shook the box. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. She wrecked our weekend.

 ??It??s Saturday. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. bashed my knee. and in the morning his bedroom was empty.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really.?? she said. and I took off his clothes.?? I said. of course. smoky gray. This is our game. but everyone assumed the worst. as though he were a friend of the family. jeans. And if I had.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. I pulled out my chair again. ??Lindsay. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. The boy in the bubble. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life.