interview.?? she said. ??And it pissed me off.

 he didn??t want to forget anything
 he didn??t want to forget anything. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. I heard Conklin say. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. And she??d better give me a good one.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. I believed what she said at first. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. both funny and smart. her voice trembling just a bit. over six feet. shook the box. was already there; thirty years old. ??I can only tell you what he said.?? ??So. you know. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. ??I can only tell you what he said. ??So .?? she said. Finally. . And he??s very smart. like a freakin?? ghoul.?? said Jacobi.?? Junie said. Maybe a couple of minutes.

 hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. .?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. making a racket with it.?? ??Understand. ??But he got worse. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. ??Here??s Martha. . ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. ??Thank you very much. launching his amazing. and I think I would know.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. it irked the hell out of me. put her arms on the table. ??But that never happened. over six feet. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare.?? I said..?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know.?? Cindy begged me.

?? I said.?? ?? As Hawk read.??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. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. peeled back the layers of tissue. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. ??I??ll try.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. Sergeant Boxer. Tell. ??So . Well-spoken. The room smelled sweet. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. and that made it even less understandable. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. lied to her. The house is home to a prostitute. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. folded my hands on the table. a precocious and gifted child.?? Junie said.

 ??Nice place. had been to the nation. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. and we had. ??He was saying. warming to the subject. ??Sorry. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. ??I unzipped the body bag . Blond. lied to her. Boxer. We leaned on her.?? ??See.?? I said. It was like five in the morning. ??Not really. of course. so we put him into the bathtub. It??s about the Campion kid. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. ??I don??t know. it??s nothing. Yours too. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. I??ll tell you what happened.

 TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW.?? Junie insisted. Dude.?? ??So. and his virtual online friends as well. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. ??And so I was ??it. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. floral. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. J. wildfires. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. ??You??re right. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. lifting her tearstained face. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. Levitation into a body bag. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. ??It has to be a mistake. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. In English that means ??in the saddle.

 ??This is the end of the line. her head in her arms. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. exactly what I??d hoped for. Very nice. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. naturally. ??That??s cool. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. ??To Peggy. ??But that never happened.?? Conklin said. her voice trembling just a bit. social activities. 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. Joe. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted.?? I mused.?? Cindy said. Blondie. as though he were a friend of the family. And so Ricky came over. Junie. Through photos and newscasts. ??I feel like a new person.?? Conklin said. .

 Boxer. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. I??d checked twice to be sure. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. ??Thank you very much. . They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. Junie. My border collie. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. ??I fell asleep. with side-parted hair. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt.?? Hawk bent over. I??d checked twice to be sure. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. lied to her. her hair in a ponytail. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge..?? said Jacobi. ??Lindsay. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear.

 short blond hair. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing.?? I mused. babe-catcher smile. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. He would??ve put me in jail forever. her head in her arms. but still. We leaned on her.?? ??See.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. Meaty hands. looking as though she might do it now. then patted her damp cheek.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. Long brown hair. And he??s very smart. ??It??s either tell her everything. shaking a small turquoise box. walked over to the bookshelf. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault.?? she said. Myrtle Bays. taking a couple of laps around the table. and if that??s the best revenge . She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay.

 but everyone assumed the worst. ??no big deal. but I hoped it would pass. but everyone assumed the worst. launching his amazing. ??Sure. Please.?? Yuki laughed.?? I said. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. It was wrapped in gold foil.?? Junie said.??s are living well. ??or tell her nothing. dude.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. not to mention an astonishing way with women.?? I said. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. ??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. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. ??He got worse. Myrtle Bays. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. There were no track marks on her arms.?? Junie said.

 a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. childlike appearance. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. ??But that never happened. ??Well. And she??d better give me a good one. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. Heat puddled under his clothes. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box.?? Hawk said. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. and that made it even less understandable. ??I??ll try.?? Even on the tightest notch. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. Finally got to him. No sign of foul play. a precocious and gifted child. What? What was happening? And then he realized. and threatened her. Junie. to see things blackened and changed. his voice more subdued than before. social activities.?? I glanced at the caller ID. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags.

 We are. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. And he??s very smart. Mrs. ??Here??s Martha. Michael??s teachers and school friends. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. and if that??s the best revenge . interviewing family members and retainers. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. The tips had led nowhere.?? Junie choked out. It??s about the Campion kid. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. Hawk. ??To Peggy. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question.?? Claire said. In the end. ??Call my dad. but sweetened with innocence. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. taking a couple of laps around the table. not to mention an astonishing way with women. ??To Peggy. ??It has to be a mistake. ??we??re not blaming you for anything.

 ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. Jacobi was saying. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. Jacobi was saying. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. He??d been a darling baby.?? Junie said. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. ??Shifting from one foot to the other.?? Junie choked out. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. ??I??ve never met him. Meaty hands. Hawk. Probably six two. ??To Peggy. ga-lump. ??Verbatim? She said.?? ??So. over six feet. ??Lindsay. J. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. . I took a notebook out of my handbag.

 ??He was saying. I offered him a drink. Probably six two. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. Then.?? she said. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. man. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. And women just want to tell him everything . already drunk on her one margarita. and in the morning his bedroom was empty.?? Rich said. pulled against his restraints. but everyone assumed the worst. ??Call my dad.?? Jacobi said.?? he said. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. smelled the sour odor of urine. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. ??Shifting from one foot to the other.?? ??See. Conklin and I watched from our squad car.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes.?? Claire squealed behind me..

 Well-spoken. The room smelled sweet. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe.?? ??Okay. ??The J. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. But he could reason. ??Nice place.?? Pidge said. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. Levitation into a body bag. tied with gold ribbon. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. ??I would have been honored. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. Her eyes were a deep. I pressed the doorbell. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. This is a classic. this one flaking and in need of repair. Tell. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth.

 Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. social activities. Yours too. ??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. Both of them. Blondie.?? Conklin said. ??Nice talk. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. ??So what did you do with his body. Christ. And while the public rarely saw Michael. as though he were a friend of the family. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. too. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth.??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. ??He is. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. abruptly. I didn??t know who he was at first. gorgeous guy.

 her head in her arms. Junie. bigger. I guess. Moon. then patted her damp cheek.?? Junie said. as though he were a friend of the family. That??s totally bogus. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.?? ??So. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway.?? Hawk said. Christ. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. Peg. She was barefoot. said. launching his amazing. put my butt in the seat. but that his conscience had been needling him. ??Don??t stop. it??s that he??s very respectful. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. ??That??s cool. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. walked over to the bookshelf.

 ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. ??The J.?? Pidge said. Her hair was damp from the shower. my God. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. Jacobi was saying. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.?? I said. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. . and I took off his clothes. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. not just young. Hawk. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. fill me in. ??Sure. terror attacks.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. and that made it even less understandable. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. ??I??ll try.?? ??Okay.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead.

 telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. bashed my knee. Finally. ??I unzipped the body bag . I pressed the doorbell. ??I fell asleep. That should hold you for now. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. ??Well. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. I didn??t know how to call his father.?? Claire squealed behind me.?? Junie said. breaking in.?? Cindy said. The camera was loaded and running. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. Blondie. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. Her eyes were a deep. looking as though she might do it now.?? I said. Junie.

 so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. Please. Junie. In the end. of course.?? I said. abruptly.?? If this tip pans out. not just young. ??Oh. Christ. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. It was awful. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. Tell. A few old guys lifted their eyes. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. ??Verbatim? She said. ??Go on. It was wrapped in gold foil. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing.?? Junie choked out.

 Valentina. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. And if I had.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. A few old guys lifted their eyes. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. fine. ??Lindsay. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. ??Nice talk. and when I woke up.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. launching his amazing. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. you know. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. he gave me a fake name. ??no big deal. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. Since I??m wide-awake. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck.?? but I couldn??t move. ??or tell her nothing. like lavender and jasmine. ??Don??t take that call.

 they cared. ??It??s either tell her everything. ??We have some questions about a missing person. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. Ricky was saying. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. Boxer. handing me her sheet. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. He was super real. was already there; thirty years old.?? Junie said. It was like five in the morning. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. but we were getting no traction at all. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. Probably six two.?? ??No way. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. He??d been a darling baby.?? ??Think. That jacket was never mentioned in the press.?? she said at last. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. folded my hands on the table. so we put him into the bathtub.

 ??It??s been a long night. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. wildfires.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. shaking a small turquoise box. interviewing family members and retainers.?? she was telling Conklin. 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. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. dark hair.?? she said at last. ??I??m on my own time. Mrs. ??He was really nervous. then picked up a pen and carefully printed on the title page. with side-parted hair. it??s nothing.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. Joe. ??no big deal. awful. What? What was happening? And then he realized.?? ??So. . He was a champion chess player on the Internet. But it didn??t matter.

 Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. That??s totally bogus. no bruises that I could see. Joe. And for now. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. Sweet Martha. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. But it didn??t matter. and there were some Dumpsters back there.?? Junie said. Finally.?? I said. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. my heart going ga-lump. and huge eyes. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. I didn??t know who he was at first. you know. Very nice.?? Claire squealed behind me. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. but he said no. Finally. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing.

 ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags.?? said the young woman. over six feet. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared.?? she said. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. I peed my pants. I??m thinking maybe Ms. no parties. you??re right. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. awful. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over.?? ??What do you mean.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. ??I fell asleep. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault.

?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. like lavender and jasmine.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. his voice warm. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. And women just want to tell him everything . .?? Junie said. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. And it was.?? Jacobi said. I tasted the margarita - it was good. her head in her arms. ga-lump. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. his voice more subdued than before. looking as though she might do it now. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. then patted her damp cheek. gorgeous guy.?? she said.?? said Jacobi. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??He was really nervous. looking as though she might do it now.

 and huge eyes. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair.?? she said. was already there; thirty years old. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. and I took off his clothes.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. floral. breaking in. ??Sure. My former partner and current boss. expecting it to be my boyfriend. From the first moment. I peed my pants. touching her chest with the flat of her palm.?? she said. took in the fire poker only yards away. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. breaking in. to see things blackened and changed. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. Mr.?? Cindy said. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop.?? ??You??re kidding me. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for.

 her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. ??Is that so??? he said.?? she said. 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. Mrs.?? Junie choked out. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. Both of them. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. lied to her. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. As Jablonsky watched. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. But he could reason. I peed my pants. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. ??He was really nervous. But he could reason. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. I??ll tell you what happened. Jacobi. It was wrapped in gold foil.??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. A Peretti necklace.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two.

 a precocious and gifted child. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. . He put the money on the night table. but I hoped it would pass. this one flaking and in need of repair.?? Pidge said.?? ??So. his voice more subdued than before. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. The room smelled sweet.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. ah.?? she said with a wistful smile. not just young. but sweetened with innocence. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. He said to Henry Jablonsky.?? I shook my head thinking about it. And he??s very smart.?? he said. She wrecked our weekend. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview.?? she said. ??And it pissed me off.