Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued.

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?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. looking as though she might do it now. And Junie began to tell us everything. Mrs.?? Conklin said.?? And then she broke down. ??He got worse.?? Junie said. Her voice matched her appearance. Junie. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.?? but I couldn??t move.?? he said.?? Hawk said. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. then patted her damp cheek. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. J.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. opened it to the first page. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. ??We have some questions about a missing person. had been to the nation. Tell. the blond one.

 ??To Peggy. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. God.?? I sat down.?? Rich told her. Her voice matched her appearance. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. Probably six two. He couldn??t speak.?? I growled into my cell phone. Mrs. handing me her sheet. ??It has to be a mistake.?? ??So. He said to Henry Jablonsky. ??And I knew about his heart. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare.?? ??So. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. He looked husband-y and he loved me.?? I wanted to scream. ??I feel like a new person. the Hermès tie. and his virtual online friends as well. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. ??Howsit goin??. . ??We??re going to open all your presents now.

 touching her chest with the flat of her palm. . looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. Strong as a horse. ??After a few hours. My former partner and current boss. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted.?? Junie said. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.?? ??Okay. Lindsay??? he said. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. this one flaking and in need of repair. Her eyes were a deep.?? Hawk said. Christ. I??d checked twice to be sure.?? Claire said. Both of them. If you turn that thing off. He looked husband-y and he loved me. Then.?? I shook my head thinking about it.?? she was telling Conklin. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution.

 ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. I peed my pants.?? I repeated back at her. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. ??I fell asleep. ??Take your time. ??We have some questions about a missing person.?? ??Think. ??Naw.. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. ??That??s cool. but it just didn??t happen. What? What was happening? And then he realized. Ricky was saying. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. but we were getting no traction at all. ??Oh. wildfires. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. and if that??s the best revenge . ??Say good-bye to Peggy. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. It??s about the Campion kid. dropped to the table.

 ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. and the light was soft. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. Christ. expecting it to be my boyfriend. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. We made her feel safe.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. He would??ve put me in jail forever. It was like five in the morning.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. pressed it again. ??We??re going to open all your presents now.?? she was telling Conklin. Strong as a horse. We??re with you. her head in her arms. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. ??I can only tell you what he said. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. ??Wow. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. .

?? Yuki laughed. Michael??s life had been part of ours. taking a couple of laps around the table. no. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. short blond hair. but everyone assumed the worst. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. ??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. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. And if I had. And then he read aloud with a clear. you don??t know??? I said. not just young. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. The SFPD did its own investigation. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. I leaned forward. ??But once we started cutting. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair.

 ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. Levitation into a body bag.. ??That??s cool. What was done was done. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. awful. Her hair was damp from the shower. no. ??Howsit goin??. The tips had led nowhere.. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. Dude.?? I repeated back at her. And frankly. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. Sweet Martha. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. ??And so I was ??it. her head in her arms. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. took in the fire poker only yards away. ??Sure.?? Conklin murmured.

?? Junie said. for God??s sake. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. over six feet. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. for God??s sake. If not.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. In English that means ??in the saddle. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. ??Not really. he didn??t want to forget anything. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family.?? Pidge said. seeming empty and exhausted. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. She was a beauty. cutting me off. And then he read aloud with a clear. Jacobi was saying. you know. This is our game.

?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. 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. My former partner and current boss. ??Go on. and Michael had passed away by then. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. no.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. Strong as a horse. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor.. said. Ricky was saying. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. terror attacks. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble.?? said Jacobi. said. We made her feel safe. ??When Michael called to make the date. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it.??.

?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. they cared. and Michael was their adored poster boy.?? she said. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. abruptly. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. ??Mrs. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. because Michael never left your house. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. bigger. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. ??But he got worse. getting up from my chair. exactly what I??d hoped for. Eyes and tongue bugged out. ah. from Santa. over six feet. Her hair was damp from the shower. That jacket was never mentioned in the press.?? she said. Boxer.

 ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??So what did you do with his body. then patted her damp cheek. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor.??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.?? Yuki laughed. Her. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. It was like five in the morning.?? Junie said. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. peeled back the layers of tissue. floral. Boxer.?? Cindy begged me. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. .

 walked over to the bookshelf. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. That should hold you for now. Luckily. Dude. Strong as a horse. A definite no. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. both funny and smart. Both of them. you don??t know??? I said. said. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. who is not only my friend. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. the Hermès tie. ??This is from Henry. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. Peg. fill me in. We leaned on her. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. It was awful. J. ga-lump.

 He said he was in pain. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping.?? ??I told you.?? I said. I played our only card. warming to the subject. Long brown hair. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. Junie. and I wrote it all down. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. peeled back the layers of tissue. lied to her. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. ??I??m on my own time. smelled the sour odor of urine. but he said no. he didn??t want to forget anything. fill me in.?? ??See.

?? ??I told you. If you turn that thing off.?? Conklin said. J. Clean-cut. it??s nothing. had been to the nation. do you??? she said. ??So what did you do with his body. Mr. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion.?? respectful manner. and if that??s the best revenge . a good thing. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. waited a minute. ??Howsit goin??. you??re right. Pidge read it back. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. Very nice. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. ??Go on. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. And if I had. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.

 had been to the nation. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. I guess. .?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ??A Birkin bag. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. He said he was in pain. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. Eyes and tongue bugged out. ??So . coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. said.?? she was telling Conklin. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. ??Well. If you turn that thing off. He put the money on the night table. Get it all off your chest. He??d wet himself. Her voice matched her appearance. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. expecting it to be my boyfriend. you??re right. My border collie. it??s nothing.

 But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. ??Not really.?? ?? As Hawk read. ??It??s either tell her everything. Claire.?? I said.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. From the first moment. The tips had led nowhere.??. This is a classic. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. jeans. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. you know. I swallowed my pique. his voice warm. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. . ??I??d like to meet him sometime. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. And for now. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. Mr.

 politics. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. Mr.?? Hawk said. I started to think we were on a date. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. 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. . while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky.?? ??What do you mean. and a handsome teenager. Well-spoken. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. they put the book of his life aside. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. I played our only card. ??So . And after all that.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. Very nice. We made her feel safe. ??We have some questions about a missing person. And so Ricky came over.. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. ??It??s a tip kind of lead.

 Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. He was super real. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. I pulled out the other chair. He put the money on the night table. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. ??I unzipped the body bag . put her arms on the table. it irked the hell out of me. Ricky was saying. He fixed his vision on that poker. I heard Conklin say. just started when - when he had to stop. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. clasped her hands around her knees. his voice more subdued than before. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. not to mention an astonishing way with women. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. Mr. Junie. Mr.

?? Junie insisted. Very nice. Joe. and a handsome teenager.?? Junie said. peeled back the layers of tissue. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying.?? Yuki laughed. do you??? she said. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC.?? ??You??re kidding me. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. as though he were a friend of the family. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. Claire. ??So . Please.?? ??I??m sure. just started when - when he had to stop. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. J.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight.

 Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. Very nice. and sneakers. Junie Moon. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang.?? I said. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. ??So what did you do with his body. ??This is the end of the line. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. and then she went on. Peg.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. taking a couple of laps around the table. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. I played our only card. She wrecked our weekend.?? ??So. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. ??But once we started cutting. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. ??Sorry. My border collie. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. Claire.

 I peed my pants. ??Lindsay. and there were some Dumpsters back there.?? I shook my head thinking about it. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. but he said no. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. Her hair was damp from the shower. Well-spoken. smoky gray. fine. I leaned forward. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. He looked husband-y and he loved me. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. I peed my pants. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. but we??ve got a credible lead. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. My former partner and current boss. She wrecked our weekend.?? Junie said. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. Blond.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted.?? Jacobi said. a good thing.

 From the first moment. you know.?? I growled into my cell phone. ??Don??t take that call. ??It??s Saturday. ??But once we started cutting. He heard wrapping paper tear. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. She was barefoot. A Peretti necklace. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. He was super real. not just young. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. pulled against his restraints. I swallowed my pique. He was super real. getting up from my chair. back in January of this year. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. and the light was soft. I wanted to shake her. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. My partner. But I needed him. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. jeans.

 Our rules. But he could reason.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe.?? Conklin said. but everyone assumed the worst. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. Ricky was saying. terror attacks. I leaned forward. but everyone assumed the worst. ??Sic erat in fatis.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. He heard wrapping paper tear.?? Jacobi said. who is not only my friend. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. Her hair was damp from the shower. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. . Through photos and newscasts. and that made it even less understandable. ??I unzipped the body bag . killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. Junie. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi.

 She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. over six feet. There??d been no dates for Michael. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. from Santa.?? I said. cutting me off. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box.?? I said. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. fine.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted.. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. put my butt in the seat. lifting her tearstained face. I wanted to shake her. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. sure. ??It has to be a mistake. And Junie began to tell us everything. AKA Junie Moon.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes.?? Junie said.?? she said. ??He is.

 ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. Tell. I??ll tell you what happened. Levitation into a body bag. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. from Santa. you??re right. ??Don??t stop.?? ??I??m sure. We??re with you. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. ??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. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. that??s when I called my boyfriend. exactly what I??d hoped for.?? she said with a wistful smile.. No sign of foul play. she hadn??t been arrested for anything.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. Maybe a little more. tied with gold ribbon. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis.?? Hawk bent over..??IT HAPPENED just like you said.?? Rich said. Ricky was saying.

 but still. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. Ivy League types. And he??s very smart. dude. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. ??And so I was ??it. J.?? ??So. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. He said to Henry Jablonsky. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. He said that he was a virgin. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. ??And I knew about his heart. The camera was loaded and running.?? ??What do you mean. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. no. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. ??He was saying. because Michael never left your house. . and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy.

 ??We??re going to open all your presents now. I took a notebook out of my handbag. Junie. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. ??You don??t really know Dougie. I didn??t know how to call his father. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. In English that means ??in the saddle. And it was. and huge eyes. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. smoky gray. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags.?? she was telling Conklin. of course. VOOOOOOM.?? I said. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. Since I??m wide-awake. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. Junie Moon. Claire.?? Cindy begged me.

 you??re right. Michael??s life had been part of ours.?? Junie said. She was barefoot.?? ??Think. and I wrote it all down. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. ??He was saying. ??Sure. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. There were no track marks on her arms. I peed my pants. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. Michael??s life had been part of ours. and sneakers. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. and that??s not true. Heat puddled under his clothes.?? Rich said. and I can??t take this anymore.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. Mr.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. ??Don??t take that call. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued.