muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.?? Conklin said.

 Hawk
 Hawk. ??But he got worse. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. ??The J. ??Lindsay.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. Peg. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. ??Michael died??? I asked her. ??Lind-say. lifting her tearstained face.?? Junie told us. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. ??I can only tell you what he said. Moon.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. If not.?? I wanted to scream. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. This is our game. J. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. He??d wet himself. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains.

 making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. . looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. . not just young. ??Not really. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. but I hoped it would pass. and we had. Clean-cut. We leaned on her.?? Junie said. already drunk on her one margarita. not just young. I swallowed my pique. J. they cared. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. ??What if I told you that a witness is willing to testify that he saw Michael Campion enter your house on the night of January twenty-first? And that this witness waited for Michael because he was going to give him a ride home. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. Levitation into a body bag. Through photos and newscasts. already drunk on her one margarita.?? Conklin said.

 no. floral. ??He is. Hawk. And he??s very smart. in fact. the Hermès tie. The tips had led nowhere. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. Finally got to him. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. If not. and Michael was their adored poster boy.?? ?? As Hawk read. sure. Moon. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. ??Don??t stop. shaking a small turquoise box.?? Hawk said. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. and there were some Dumpsters back there. My border collie. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. ??Well.

 Very nice. Mrs. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. Moon. ??Thank you very much. politics. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. I was scanning the map in my mind. A Peretti necklace. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room.?? Junie choked out. ??I would have been honored.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. Peggy. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. But he could reason. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. Since I??m wide-awake. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. no bruises that I could see. Mr.

 and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. taking a couple of laps around the table. walked over to the bookshelf. ??And it pissed me off. and I think I would know. 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. Jacobi was saying. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. He couldn??t speak. ??Well. and that??s not true. then patted her damp cheek. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. back in January of this year. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office.?? I said.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi.?? Junie said. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. and then she went on. Boxer.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly.?? Junie said. saw the john lope across Leavenworth.

 it irked the hell out of me. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. He said to Henry Jablonsky. We leaned on her. Junie started speaking quickly. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date.?? Junie said. ??Wow. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. put her arms on the table. It was awful. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. but it just didn??t happen. Dude. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. ??Nice talk. I guess. calling out titles. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. From the first moment. there was no way back. This is a classic. Jacobi. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California.

 Eyes and tongue bugged out. Junie. getting up from my chair.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes.?? Junie said. awful. waited a minute. but it just didn??t happen. Valentina. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. And women just want to tell him everything .?? Junie said. In the end. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. but that his conscience had been needling him. it??s nothing. Mr.?? I said. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. . ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. opened it to the first page.?? respectful manner. Blondie.?? she was telling Conklin. said. ??Mrs. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched.

 the Hermès tie. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. and I wrote it all down. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. but sweetened with innocence. Mrs. And Junie began to tell us everything. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. Valentina. naturally. There??d been no dates for Michael. I played our only card. It??s about the Campion kid. shook the box. J. It is fated. It??s about the Campion kid.?? Claire squealed behind me. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved.?? Pidge read from the gift tag.?? she said at last. they put the book of his life aside. We are. He fixed his vision on that poker. Myrtle Bays. Boxer.?? I said.

 put her arms on the table. Junie. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. and when I lit him up. Boxer. ??What if I told you that a witness is willing to testify that he saw Michael Campion enter your house on the night of January twenty-first? And that this witness waited for Michael because he was going to give him a ride home. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. ??It??s been a long night. with side-parted hair. Her voice matched her appearance. Both of them. I pressed the doorbell. scenting the air as they burned. ??You don??t really know Dougie. ??That??s cool. no parties. Mrs. What? What was happening? And then he realized. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. He fixed his vision on that poker. That should hold you for now. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. Get it all off your chest. he didn??t want to forget anything.?? I repeated back at her. ??Shifting from one foot to the other.

 killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. Jacobi.?? Claire said. gorgeous guy.?? she said at last. The camera was loaded and running. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. Furnished. It is fated. Ivy League types.?? she said. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. sure. from Santa. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. Hawk. ??He got worse. and I wrote it all down. Joe is a big. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. they put the book of his life aside. I peed my pants. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. Michael had said good night to his parents. .

 my God. and Michael was their adored poster boy. And women just want to tell him everything . but still. The boy in the bubble. ??You know. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. I guess.?? she said at last. ??Take your time. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. Junie. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. Luckily. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. I believed what she said at first. ??He was really nervous. and I can??t take this anymore. ??Here??s Martha. I wanted to shake her. 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.

 a good thing. . I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. tied with gold ribbon. The room smelled sweet. lied to her. Joe is a big. too. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare.?? Conklin said. bigger. Mrs. In the end. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. And he??s very smart. Claire. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. you don??t know??? I said. and a handsome teenager.?? Junie said. Boxer. Valentina. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. Michael??s life had been part of ours. and his virtual online friends as well. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. ??Mrs.

?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. I took a notebook out of my handbag. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. a precocious and gifted child. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. That should hold you for now. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. her voice trembling just a bit. but still.?? I said. Jacobi. Probably six two. He fixed his vision on that poker. and in the morning his bedroom was empty.?? Claire was saying. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth.?? Even on the tightest notch. Mrs. They said this was only a robbery. It was like five in the morning. ??Mrs. Maybe a couple of minutes. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. And so Ricky came over.

 ??A Birkin bag. and sneakers. My former partner and current boss. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. that??s when I called my boyfriend.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. ??But that never happened. too. politics. And frankly... and I took off his clothes. A few old guys lifted their eyes.?? 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. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. ??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 said. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. this one flaking and in need of repair. but sweetened with innocence. . There was no ransom note. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??But once we started cutting. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. She was barefoot.

 A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. and when I woke up. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. clasped her hands around her knees. Long brown hair. shook the box.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. folded my hands on the table.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. opened it to the first page. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. He said that he was a virgin. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. ??Nice talk. And then he read aloud with a clear.?? Claire said.?? Even on the tightest notch. naturally. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. put my butt in the seat.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. I believed what she said at first. and I wrote it all down. Junie. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. ??It??s been a long night.

 We made her feel safe. no parties. too.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. ??He is. I started to think we were on a date. Her eyes were a deep. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. ??If you want in on this. Her.?? I said. and that??s not true. and Michael was their adored poster boy. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. bright blue eyes. Junie started speaking quickly. AKA Junie Moon. ??Sure. and Michael was their adored poster boy. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. . I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. Mr. and that??s not true. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.

??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. politics. Boxer. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. four matching chairs. I started to think we were on a date. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. Claire. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. He said to Henry Jablonsky. with side-parted hair. AKA Junie Moon. She wrecked our weekend. Ivy League types.?? Hawk said. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. ??Well. Furnished. back in January of this year. Clean-cut. And so Ricky came over.

 The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. sat back. He fixed his vision on that poker..?? I shook my head thinking about it. Dude. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. ??So . ??I don??t know. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. Myrtle Bays. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. Michael had said good night to his parents.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. ??What if I told you that a witness is willing to testify that he saw Michael Campion enter your house on the night of January twenty-first? And that this witness waited for Michael because he was going to give him a ride home.?? he said. then patted her damp cheek. Finally got to him. and if that??s the best revenge . knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. ??I can only tell you what he said. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. He said he was in pain. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. Heat puddled under his clothes. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall.

 babe-catcher smile. making a racket with it. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. and then she went on. Boxer. sure. ??I would have been honored. dude. I wanted to shake her. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know.?? Claire said. ??I would have been honored. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades.?? I mused. social activities. Valentina. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. Ricky was saying. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. for God??s sake.?? said the young woman.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. and I wrote it all down. but we were getting no traction at all. ??This is from Henry. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. ??Howsit goin??.

 I??ll tell you what happened. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. her head in her arms. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.. 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. it irked the hell out of me. bashed my knee. Joe is a big. opened it to the first page. Boxer. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. Michael had said good night to his parents. He looked husband-y and he loved me. smelled the sour odor of urine.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. Maybe a little more. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. From the first moment.?? I snapped. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question.?? Even on the tightest notch. Dude.

 and Michael had passed away by then. Junie. no parties. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. . Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. . I offered him a drink. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. And then he read aloud with a clear. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive.?? I shook my head thinking about it. ??Sic erat in fatis. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. I tasted the margarita - it was good. and while the public would never forget him. and I took off his clothes.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. but it just didn??t happen. no. to see things blackened and changed. And Junie began to tell us everything. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth..?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours.

 ??He was really nervous. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. put her arms on the table..?? Conklin said. In the end.?? ??So. And then he read aloud with a clear. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. said. We know Michael was sick. She was barefoot. The house is home to a prostitute. There were no track marks on her arms. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. smelled the sour odor of urine. no sports. And so Ricky came over. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. Maybe there really was some goodness in them.?? Cindy begged me. and I think I would know. he didn??t want to forget anything. Dude. she wouldn??t talk.

 He fixed his vision on that poker. . fine. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??And it pissed me off. What was done was done. gruff in my ear. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. ??Nice place. . ??We??re going to open all your presents now. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. and months later. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. Christ. ??It??s been a long night. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. to see things blackened and changed. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten.?? she said.?? she said.?? Junie said.?? Junie said. exactly what I??d hoped for.

?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. ??But he got worse. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in.?? Cindy said. short blond hair. using every legal technique in the book. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED.?? Conklin said. Through photos and newscasts. already drunk on her one margarita. imagining the towns along the coast. Well-spoken. but that his conscience had been needling him. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. not just young. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. ??You??re right.?? Rich said. ??Well.?? Conklin murmured.?? Junie said. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare.?? I wanted to scream.

 And while the public rarely saw Michael. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. Get it all off your chest. Junie.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. bigger. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. And frankly. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. ??This is from Henry. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. I??d checked twice to be sure. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . but everyone assumed the worst. Sergeant Boxer. and while the public would never forget him. just started when - when he had to stop. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. you don??t know??? I said. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. and when I lit him up. And he??s very smart. with side-parted hair. Our rules. Lindsay??? he said. and she told me that since she??d changed her name.

 ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. It was awful. ??And I knew about his heart.?? Conklin murmured. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. shaking her head at the memory. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. opened it to the first page. seeming empty and exhausted. and that made it even less understandable. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. you don??t know??? I said. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. ??He is. showing her a photo of Michael Campion.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. This is our game. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. Her hair was damp from the shower. What? What was happening? And then he realized. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach.?? she said. Finally.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT.

 ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. And so Ricky came over. ??I??m on my own time. but that his conscience had been needling him. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. Mr. ??Thank you very much. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street.?? Even on the tightest notch. ??Oh.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??Not really. fine. naturally. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. Ivy League types. I??ll tell you what happened.?? Conklin murmured.?? she said. His disappearance was treated as a kidnapping. But he could reason.?? ??So. lifting her tearstained face. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor.?? ??What do you mean.

. reassured her. ??But he got worse. Hawk. Then I snapped out of it. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. lifting her tearstained face..?? If this tip pans out. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. . ??Sorry. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink.?? 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.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. walked over to the bookshelf. ??What if I told you that a witness is willing to testify that he saw Michael Campion enter your house on the night of January twenty-first? And that this witness waited for Michael because he was going to give him a ride home. VOOOOOOM. my heart going ga-lump. put my butt in the seat. We know Michael was sick. The boy in the bubble. you don??t know??? I said. breaking in. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.?? Conklin said.