her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth.

 And if I had
 And if I had. And for now.?? I said. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. ??I unzipped the body bag . That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ??But he got worse. What? What was happening? And then he realized. not to mention an astonishing way with women. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. who is not only my friend. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. ??I don??t know. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that.?? ??Think. ??I can only tell you what he said. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. shaking her head at the memory. no makeup. . As Jablonsky watched. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. ??Thank you very much. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. gruff in my ear.

 I took a notebook out of my handbag. Dude.?? Junie told us. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. my heart going ga-lump. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. I??ll tell you what happened. her voice trembling just a bit. A few old guys lifted their eyes. We are. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . clasped her hands around her knees.?? Junie said. ??I don??t know. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. And so Ricky came over. If you turn that thing off. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. for years. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. ??You??re right. abruptly. Michael??s teachers and school friends. My partner. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison.

 and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. too. I took a notebook out of my handbag.?? ??Think. Michael. like lavender and jasmine. I started to think we were on a date. bashed my knee. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. and the Jensen salad tongs.?? respectful manner. ??Michael died??? I asked her.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. awful. ??Well. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . He looked husband-y and he loved me. said. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. And after all that. Heat puddled under his clothes. 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. Junie. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. ??It??s been a long night. and that made it even less understandable.

?? ??See. My former partner and current boss. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. Michael??s life had been part of ours. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. shaking a small turquoise box.?? ??I??m sure. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. . it irked the hell out of me. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. In the end.?? I growled into my cell phone. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. Valentina. Joe is a big. but it just didn??t happen. My partner. her voice trembling just a bit. . and when I woke up.?? said Jacobi. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi.

 a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. ??I??ll try. I??d checked twice to be sure. ??It??s either tell her everything. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. over six feet. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. Michael??s teachers and school friends. but we??ve got a credible lead.?? ??Understand. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. Boxer. Finally. they put the book of his life aside. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. I guess. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. He couldn??t move. ??I??ll try. no bruises that I could see. The house is home to a prostitute. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. you know. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. . ga-lump. and threatened her.

 ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. fine. lied to her. and that??s not true. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. . If not.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. Peg.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. Get it all off your chest. Mr. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. like a freakin?? ghoul.?? Junie told us. The room smelled sweet. The camera was loaded and running. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this.?? I said. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades.?? she said. Joe is a big. I was scanning the map in my mind.

 as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over.. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. the Hermès tie. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. bashed my knee. From the first moment. and we had. I heard Conklin say. childlike appearance. ??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. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming.?? I snapped. Mr.?? Conklin said. and the FBI launched a nationwide search.. ??He got worse. ??When Michael called to make the date. Luckily. and the FBI launched a nationwide search. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. ??Take your time. Boxer.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. and Michael was their adored poster boy. and a handsome teenager.?? Claire squealed behind me.

?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth.?? I snapped. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. And while the public rarely saw Michael. that they were planning to let them go. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that.. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. for years. sure. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. The house is home to a prostitute. Ricky was saying. and Michael was their adored poster boy.?? she said.?? Junie said. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. breaking in. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. walked over to the bookshelf. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. ??You don??t really know Dougie. I leaned forward. Joe. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California.

 and threatened her. like a freakin?? ghoul. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. There was no ransom note. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. dropped to the table. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. and months later. so we put him into the bathtub. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. ??Well. Get it all off your chest. and then she went on. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. She was barefoot. Finally got to him. He was a champion chess player on the Internet.?? Junie said. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. ??Lind-say.

 ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him.?? Junie said. ga-lump. ??Verbatim? She said. .?? I said. and in the morning his bedroom was empty. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. walked over to the bookshelf. because Michael never left your house. As Jablonsky watched. We know Michael was sick. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. was already there; thirty years old. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening.??. social activities.?? Rich told her. to see things blackened and changed. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. Lindsay??? he said. fine. He heard wrapping paper tear. you don??t know??? I said. four matching chairs. touching her chest with the flat of her palm.

?? I glanced at the caller ID. he gave me a fake name. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. hold out your glass. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. Through photos and newscasts.?? Conklin murmured. the Hermès tie. and while the public would never forget him. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. Michael??s teachers and school friends.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi.?? I said. Eyes and tongue bugged out. . ??This is from Henry. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin.?? Junie was crying again. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. I rent it. making a racket with it.?? she said with a wistful smile. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. you know.

 and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. she wouldn??t talk. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. for God??s sake.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. short blond hair. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. do you??? she said. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. and huge eyes. As Jablonsky watched. they put the book of his life aside. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. ??I??ve never met him. Finally. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. Maybe a couple of minutes.?? Rich told her. The tips had led nowhere. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. ??It has to be a mistake.?? I said.?? she said.?? ??So. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived.

 and while the public would never forget him. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. using every legal technique in the book.?? I said. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. And while the public rarely saw Michael. my heart going ga-lump. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. Conklin passed her the box of tissues.?? I snapped. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor.?? ??You??re kidding me. I started to think we were on a date. Boxer.?? ??You called your boyfriend??? I shouted. Eyes and tongue bugged out. He??d wet himself.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. he didn??t want to forget anything.

 pressed it again.?? If this tip pans out. Both of them. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. it irked the hell out of me. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. put her arms on the table. ??Take your time. waited a minute. Blondie.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill.?? respectful manner. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield.?? Hawk said. no.?? said Jacobi. I??d checked twice to be sure. Get it all off your chest.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. Valentina. The case was still open.?? I said. He??d been a darling baby.

 and in the morning his bedroom was empty. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. I??ll tell you what happened. If not. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. ??When Michael called to make the date. Boxer. back in January of this year. Please. tied with gold ribbon. Her eyes were a deep. opened it to the first page. ??I can only tell you what he said. I offered him a drink. looking as though she might do it now.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. making a racket with it. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. ??No don??ts. walked over to the bookshelf.?? I said. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. It??s about the Campion kid. Ricky was saying. We leaned on her.

 J. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. I pulled out my chair again. . As Jablonsky watched.. ??I can only tell you what he said. . Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box.?? I mused.?? he said. ??I don??t know.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. so we put him into the bathtub. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. like a freakin?? ghoul. ??It was called Tell Me That You Love Me. bright blue eyes. she hadn??t been arrested for anything.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. Ricky was saying. Boxer. ??You??re right.

 ??Sure. ??Michael died??? I asked her.?? respectful manner. there was no way back. J. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. and there were some Dumpsters back there. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. waited a minute. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. What was done was done. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. I peed my pants. smelled the sour odor of urine. said our names and ??Homicide. dude.?? ??Okay.?? I said. From the first moment. Peggy. isn??t it??? ??That??s right.?? she said. ??This is from Henry. J. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. 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. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop.

 ??But that never happened. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. Since I??m wide-awake.?? If this tip pans out. Sergeant Boxer. pulled against his restraints. Furnished. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. interviewing family members and retainers.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. And Junie began to tell us everything. for years. This is a classic. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. interviewing family members and retainers. you know. Our rules. he didn??t want to forget anything. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. and while the public would never forget him. ??But that never happened. shaking her head at the memory. Myrtle Bays. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. ??Oh. her voice trembling just a bit.

 ??Lindsay. From the first moment. and we had. floral. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me.?? I shook my head thinking about it. wildfires.?? ??I??m sure. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. jeans. and there were some Dumpsters back there.?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. . Claire. this one flaking and in need of repair. The boy in the bubble. She wrecked our weekend. not to mention an astonishing way with women.?? she said at last. ??And it pissed me off. ??Take your time. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. and I took off his clothes.?? ??You got around to having sex with him.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible.

?? Junie said. interviewing family members and retainers.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.?? Claire squealed behind me.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. her voice trembling just a bit.?? I said. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. . there was no way back. Mrs. . He would??ve put me in jail forever. reassured her..?? Claire squealed behind me. ??He got worse.?? I said. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling.?? I mused. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. ??To Peggy.?? Pidge said. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. ??Thank you very much. What? What was happening? And then he realized.

 ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me. as though he were a friend of the family. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. imagining the towns along the coast. warming to the subject. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. 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. VOOOOOOM. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . expecting it to be my boyfriend. Michael had said good night to his parents. This is a classic.?? I said. The boy in the bubble. then patted her damp cheek. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. getting up from my chair. He??d wet himself. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. Pidge. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. hold out your glass. Boxer. Ivy League types. looking as though she might do it now. Blond.

 And frankly. said our names and ??Homicide. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. no makeup. Junie. A definite no. ??I would have been honored.?? Claire was saying.. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. I tasted the margarita - it was good. Junie. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. He put the money on the night table. And after all that. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. ??Call my dad. Junie started speaking quickly. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. Both of them. ??Thank you very much. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911.?? she said with a wistful smile. A few old guys lifted their eyes. It was wrapped in gold foil. it??s that he??s very respectful. already drunk on her one margarita.

 ??If you want in on this. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. her hair in a ponytail. a good thing. ??No don??ts. breaking in. VOOOOOOM. I??d checked twice to be sure. Junie Moon invited us in.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. I??d checked twice to be sure. you??re right. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. said.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. ??I feel like a new person.?? Cindy begged me.?? Cindy said. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. said. We are. taking a couple of laps around the table. J. no makeup.

 was already there; thirty years old. and the Jensen salad tongs.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. an hour north of San Francisco. ??Take your time. four matching chairs. Dude. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. Blond. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. But it didn??t matter. I wanted to shake her. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered.?? I growled into my cell phone. dramatic voice. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. you know. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. and when I lit him up. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. but it just didn??t happen. There was no ransom note. he gave me a fake name. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. ??Go on. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains.

 Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. ??I unzipped the body bag . He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. awful. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. Peggy. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. Junie Moon.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. It was awful. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. No sign of foul play. but we were getting no traction at all. And if I had. ??You don??t really know Dougie. Levitation into a body bag. Hawk.?? she said at last. abruptly.?? she said. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. And Junie began to tell us everything.??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.

 In English that means ??in the saddle. it??s that he??s very respectful. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. my God. We are. but sweetened with innocence. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. There??d been no dates for Michael. ??Here??s Martha. of course. He said that he was a virgin. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. hold out your glass. ??Sorry.?? ??See.?? Claire said. launching his amazing. like a freakin?? ghoul.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. She wrecked our weekend. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really.?? Claire was saying. Mrs.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. Jacobi was saying. The tips had led nowhere.

 . Get the kit-cat and let??s go. But I needed him. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. not to mention an astonishing way with women. We leaned on her. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. no. dude. Sarge??? as I made my way to Jacobi??s glassed-in corner office. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. The boy in the bubble. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . showing her a photo of Michael Campion. He couldn??t move. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him. ??I can only tell you what he said. shook the box. ??I feel like a new person. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. Richard Conklin.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil.

 now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. ??Wow. dude. Jacobi was saying.?? Junie said. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. This is a classic. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. ??I??ll try. ??Sic erat in fatis. And while the public rarely saw Michael. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. actually transformed by grief. no bruises that I could see. gorgeous guy. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile.?? Jacobi said. and there were some Dumpsters back there. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. Meaty hands. And after all that. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. .?? We were parked in the back of a McDonald??s. The tips had led nowhere. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth.