preamble. ??Call my dad. There were no track marks on her arms.

 her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells
 her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. ??Naw. ??I would have been honored. I pulled out my chair again.?? Junie was crying again. They said this was only a robbery. not just young. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. And frankly. it??s that he??s very respectful. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. not just young. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. wildfires. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. do you??? she said. expecting it to be my boyfriend. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. I started to think we were on a date. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. I wanted to shake her. because Michael never left your house. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. I rent it.

 Sergeant Boxer. so we put him into the bathtub. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming.?? ??Understand. ??Not really. I pressed the doorbell. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. smelled the sour odor of urine. I loved him. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. you??re right. ??I unzipped the body bag . ??It??s either tell her everything. I didn??t know who he was at first. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. as though he were a friend of the family.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. Peggy.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. but sweetened with innocence. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. my God. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. The room smelled sweet. Well-spoken.

 back in January of this year. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. It was like five in the morning. calling out titles. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. ??And I knew about his heart. And if I had. an hour north of San Francisco. and Michael was their adored poster boy.?? ??You got around to having sex with him.?? I snapped. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. ??And it pissed me off. Christ. bright blue eyes. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. He said that he was a virgin. a precocious and gifted child. Michael had said good night to his parents. pressed it again. for God??s sake. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. said. getting up from my chair. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk.

 the blond one. . Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. . looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. . ??This is from Henry. ??This is the end of the line.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. It was awful.?? Junie said. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. you know. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. ??I??m on my own time. Since I??m wide-awake.?? I said. making a racket with it. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. warming to the subject.

 Strong as a horse. ??Don??t take that call. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.?? And then she broke down. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. That should hold you for now.?? I said. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. put my butt in the seat. dropped to the table. Claire. imagining the towns along the coast.?? I said. Michael had said good night to his parents. no. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall.?? Junie said. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. Joe is a big. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. Michael had said good night to his parents. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. and a handsome teenager. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening.

 Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. And it was.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. Maybe a couple of minutes.?? ?? As Hawk read. that??s when I called my boyfriend. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. .?? Yuki laughed. man. Hawk. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. getting up from my chair. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. Ms. but that his conscience had been needling him. Mr. of course. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. shaking a small turquoise box. . I rent it. ??When Michael called to make the date. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. smelled the sour odor of urine. And then he read aloud with a clear.

 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. I offered him a drink. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. J. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. The tips had led nowhere. I rent it. Boxer. Both of them. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. Maybe a couple of minutes.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. she wouldn??t talk. folded my hands on the table. It was awful.?? ??I??m sure.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled.?? I said. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. Our rules. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. ghost stories and the first annual getaway of the Women??s Murder Club forgotten. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. as though he were a friend of the family. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date.

 showing her a photo of Michael Campion. Junie. . Peggy pleaded with Hawk.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. And after all that. That??s totally bogus. Dude. ah. Michael??s life had been part of ours. . handing me her sheet. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. peeled back the layers of tissue. Richard Conklin. And it was. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. and Michael had passed away by then. ??Lind-say. But it didn??t matter. of course. And it was. .

 We are. 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. . Strong as a horse. to see things blackened and changed. a precocious and gifted child. We leaned on her. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. said. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. I rent it. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. that??s when I called my boyfriend. We know Michael was sick.?? I growled into my cell phone. He couldn??t move. and we had. ??He was really nervous. Then. four matching chairs. and the light was soft. put my butt in the seat.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. Boxer. a precocious and gifted child.?? If this tip pans out. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck.

 We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. And no one was around. breaking in.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. of course.?? Cindy begged me. and then she went on.?? I glanced at the caller ID. ??Is that so??? he said. Heat puddled under his clothes. I played our only card. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. ??or tell her nothing. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. Maybe a couple of minutes. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. lied to her. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. bright blue eyes. Her eyes were a deep. no bruises that I could see. Maybe a little more. handing me her sheet. scenting the air as they burned.

 folded my hands on the table.?? Hawk said. My partner.?? Hawk said.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. pressed it again. He couldn??t speak. My partner. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. ??You don??t really know Dougie. and I wrote it all down. Boxer. floral. you don??t know??? I said. there was no way back.?? said the young woman. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. a good thing. Through photos and newscasts.. And if I had. Lindsay??? he said.?? ??What do you mean. Valentina. ??I don??t know. and his virtual online friends as well.

?? Cindy said. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. and when I woke up. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. ??But once we started cutting. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. ??I can only tell you what he said. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. ??Lind-say. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.?? Even on the tightest notch. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. Luckily.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. He??d been a darling baby.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. both funny and smart. J. but I hoped it would pass. Junie Moon invited us in. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong.?? ??Think.

?? Junie insisted. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. What? What was happening? And then he realized. In the end.?? Claire was saying. ah. What was done was done.?? said the young woman. AKA Junie Moon. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. Then I snapped out of it. And frankly. but that his conscience had been needling him.?? Claire was saying. Finally. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. And she??d better give me a good one. babe-catcher smile. Boxer. What was done was done. Myrtle Bays.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. We leaned on her. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. Then I snapped out of it.

 He couldn??t move. ??I??ll try. ??I??ve never met him. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. ??Oh. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. gorgeous guy.?? Junie said. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. ??But once we started cutting. . We leaned on her. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. they cared. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. and if that??s the best revenge . Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. lied to her.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. ga-lump. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. ??It??s either tell her everything. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. Then I snapped out of it. ??We??re going to open all your presents now..

 no. Our rules.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. bright blue eyes.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. and there were some Dumpsters back there. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table.?? And then she broke down.?? I snapped. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. He fixed his vision on that poker. and when I lit him up. peeled back the layers of tissue. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. Sergeant Boxer. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. And so Ricky came over. And it was. expecting it to be my boyfriend. scenting the air as they burned. Richard Conklin. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . Ivy League types.?? I said. an hour north of San Francisco. He couldn??t move. no.

 ??No don??ts. Lindsay??? he said.?? Junie said. ??Thank you very much. VOOOOOOM.?? I said. sat back. . six feet two inches of all-American hunk. This is a classic. ??Howsit goin??.?? ??You??re kidding me. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. I??ll tell you what happened. There were no track marks on her arms. Sweet Martha. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. There were no track marks on her arms. And for now. that??s when I called my boyfriend. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. dude. dark hair. you??re right. I believed what she said at first. This is a classic. The case was still open.

?? ??Okay.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly.?? ??So. There??d been no dates for Michael. warming to the subject. Mrs.?? Hawk bent over. not just young. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. ??Well. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays.?? I said.?? I said. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. J. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.?? ?? As Hawk read. He said to Henry Jablonsky. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. and if that??s the best revenge . dude.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. I??d checked twice to be sure. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451.?? I sat down. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. We??re with you.

 and the light was soft.?? Cindy said. ??Michael died??? I asked her.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. Junie started speaking quickly. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. clasped her hands around her knees. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. her hair in a ponytail. and Michael had passed away by then. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No.?? Hawk bent over.. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. Through photos and newscasts.?? Rich told her. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. ??It??s been a long night. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. Dude. and a handsome teenager. waited a minute. lifting her tearstained face. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. Boxer. That should hold you for now.

 Ricky was saying. but that his conscience had been needling him. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. Eyes and tongue bugged out. and huge eyes.?? Jacobi said. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. but it just didn??t happen. A Peretti necklace.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week.?? Junie said.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. ah.?? I said. ??When Michael called to make the date. there was no way back. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. and his virtual online friends as well. 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. Pidge read it back. ??A Birkin bag. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife.

?? Junie said.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. interviewing family members and retainers. ??But once we started cutting. Boxer. No sign of foul play. ??Here??s Martha. interviewing family members and retainers.?? Conklin said.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. but we were getting no traction at all. Boxer. sure. He??d been a darling baby. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. and a handsome teenager. No sign of foul play. We are.?? ?? As Hawk read. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. Please. ??I don??t know. I??ll tell you what happened. The SFPD did its own investigation. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. reassured her. opened it to the first page. wildfires.

?? Junie insisted. Peggy. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.?? Rich said. There was no ransom note. Mrs. We made her feel safe.?? I shook my head thinking about it. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. He said to Henry Jablonsky.?? I sat down. folded my hands on the table.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. This is our game. . Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. I didn??t know who he was at first. And if I had. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. My border collie. Well-spoken. We made her feel safe.

 Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. too. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. Lindsay??? he said.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. The camera was loaded and running. There was no ransom note. Furnished. taking a couple of laps around the table. back in January of this year. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. ??Sic erat in fatis.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. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. her voice trembling just a bit. I offered him a drink. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. I tasted the margarita - it was good. handing me her sheet. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. That should hold you for now.

?? Junie told us. The boy in the bubble. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. It was wrapped in gold foil. gruff in my ear. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. ??It??s been a long night. I rent it. gorgeous guy. smelled the sour odor of urine. and the Jensen salad tongs. Her hair was damp from the shower.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. Very nice. Joe is a big. and while the public would never forget him. Peggy. Strong as a horse. . so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. sure. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. ah. no. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. four matching chairs. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client.

?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang.?? I said. Junie. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. gorgeous guy. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. Her hair was damp from the shower. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. It was like five in the morning. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. He??d wet himself. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. . Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. for God??s sake. In the end. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. put my butt in the seat. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. looking as though she might do it now.?? I said.

 and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. her voice trembling just a bit. not to mention an astonishing way with women. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. He heard wrapping paper tear. ??That??s cool. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. ??Not really.?? Claire said. ??When Michael called to make the date.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. I took a notebook out of my handbag. said. ??Don??t stop. ??It??s Saturday. Mrs. and sneakers. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. but it just didn??t happen. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. there was no way back.

 ??But he got worse.?? Junie insisted. But I needed him. ??Don??t stop. .?? he said. ??This is the end of the line. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. and if that??s the best revenge . ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop.?? ?? As Hawk read. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. peeled back the layers of tissue. but sweetened with innocence. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. Valentina. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. my heart going ga-lump. walked over to the bookshelf. an hour north of San Francisco. . ??I??ve never met him.

 Claire. ??He was saying. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. And if I had. But I needed him.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. the blond one. Junie Moon. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. Probably six two. ??I??m on my own time. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this.?? Cindy said. the blond one. I started to think we were on a date. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. Boxer. The boy in the bubble. Her. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client.

 using every legal technique in the book. ??And it pissed me off.?? Hawk bent over. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. not just young. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling.??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. It was awful. A Peretti necklace. He said to Henry Jablonsky. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. it irked the hell out of me. no makeup.?? he said. But I needed him. and his virtual online friends as well. ??Sure. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. said. . thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. ??Call my dad. There were no track marks on her arms.