My partner. Junie Moon invited us in. and when I woke up.

 the cuffs were loose around her wrists
 the cuffs were loose around her wrists. gorgeous guy. ??I??ve never met him. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. babe-catcher smile. clasped her hands around her knees. There were no track marks on her arms. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. Junie Moon invited us in. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. But it didn??t matter. abruptly. AKA Junie Moon.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. Clean-cut. but that his conscience had been needling him. social activities. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. expecting it to be my boyfriend. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. I leaned forward. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault. ??And I knew about his heart. pulled against his restraints.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. Strong as a horse. Michael??s life had been part of ours.

 Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. ??Howsit goin??. folded my hands on the table. God. ??Michael died??? I asked her. He??d wet himself. I didn??t know who he was at first. Tell. to see things blackened and changed. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. And frankly. That should hold you for now.?? respectful manner. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School. Sergeant Boxer. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. ??or tell her nothing.?? ?? As Hawk read. for years. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth.

 slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. ??He was really nervous. his voice warm. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. He was super real. Her hair was damp from the shower. naturally. VOOOOOOM. and that??s not true. I believed what she said at first. Junie. Junie started speaking quickly. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. ??It??s Saturday. smoky gray. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. and the Jensen salad tongs. gorgeous guy. Boxer. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. and huge eyes. Maybe a little more.?? Junie insisted.?? I glanced at the caller ID.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf.

 She was barefoot. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. Michael??s life had been part of ours. Hawk. Mrs.?? I mused. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. ??Go on. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date.?? Junie said. gorgeous guy. ??Thank you.?? ??You??re kidding me. Sweet Martha. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. Hawk. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. not to mention an astonishing way with women. no parties. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. I played our only card. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. making a racket with it. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. ??Sic erat in fatis. as though he were a friend of the family. pulled against his restraints.

 when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. It was awful. ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi.. ??no big deal. Then. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. awful. Furnished. fill me in. shaking a small turquoise box. Myrtle Bays. ??It??s either tell her everything. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. dude. I??d checked twice to be sure. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. ??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. I heard Conklin say. Jacobi. said.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. Get the kit-cat and let??s go. his voice warm. said. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis.

 making a racket with it. I guess. Mrs. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. taking a couple of laps around the table. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. abruptly. Peg. ??So what did you do with his body. dark hair. 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 said. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. Claire. from Santa.?? Junie said. Heat puddled under his clothes. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. She wrecked our weekend. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. But it didn??t matter. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had.?? ??So. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. shaking a small turquoise box. six feet two inches of all-American hunk.

?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. looking as though she might do it now. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. four matching chairs. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. ??And it pissed me off. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. Yours too. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. exactly what I??d hoped for. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. taking a couple of laps around the table. He looked husband-y and he loved me.?? ??So.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. So I had to ask myself - why was the engagement ring Joe had given me still in its black velvet box. but he said no. Joe is a big. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. Hawk. ??You??re right. ??I don??t know. not just young. ??You know. and in the morning his bedroom was empty.

 as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over.?? Jacobi said. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. It was like five in the morning. I offered him a drink. He was super real. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. and the light was soft. no. ??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. folded my hands on the table.?? ??I??m sure. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky.?? ??So. but he said no.?? Junie said. this one flaking and in need of repair. Levitation into a body bag. A few old guys lifted their eyes. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. hold out your glass. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. an hour north of San Francisco. and Michael had passed away by then. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. her head in her arms. The boy in the bubble.

 don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. Mrs.. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. said.?? I shook my head thinking about it. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. I offered him a drink. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. J. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. bigger. God. He heard wrapping paper tear. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. . Tell. said our names and ??Homicide. Sergeant Boxer. Both of them. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. and I took off his clothes. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. back in January of this year.

 But I needed him. He said he was in pain. dude. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. And after all that. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. cutting me off.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. babe-catcher smile. you??re right. ??We have some questions about a missing person. warming to the subject. wildfires. ??Lind-say. Her eyes were a deep. said. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. ??Naw.?? I repeated back at her. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. bashed my knee. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. like lavender and jasmine. I heard Conklin say.??. He??d been a darling baby. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.

 They said this was only a robbery. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. I believed what she said at first. ??You??re right. ??Sic erat in fatis. Claire. He heard wrapping paper tear.?? Pidge said. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. Peggy. ??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. Maybe a couple of minutes.?? Pidge said. Mr. I didn??t know who he was at first. this one flaking and in need of repair. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. no. said our names and ??Homicide. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. And after all that. Hawk. ??He is. opened it to the first page. from Santa. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend.

 ??And so I was ??it. and his virtual online friends as well.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. Junie. Finally. ??Lindsay.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. peeled back the layers of tissue. Get it all off your chest. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. over six feet. terror attacks.?? Junie bowed her head and tears spilled out of her eyes. Get it all off your chest. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. Hawk. 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. too.?? I sat down. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. and that made it even less understandable. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. ??It has to be a mistake. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten.?? Junie was crying again. Boxer.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands.

 both funny and smart. and the Jensen salad tongs.?? I said. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. Junie Moon invited us in.?? I said. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. lied to her. . as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. I took a notebook out of my handbag. ??Sic erat in fatis. And frankly. her head in her arms. but we were getting no traction at all. Boxer. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. fine. like a freakin?? ghoul.?? I said. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. We??re with you. in fact. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom.?? I said. abruptly. this one flaking and in need of repair. ??His feet were hovering above the hay.

 Joe.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . no bruises that I could see. and then she went on. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. No sign of foul play. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. Junie??? I asked. Her. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. hold out your glass. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife.?? I glanced at the caller ID. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. We leaned on her. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. awful. Mr. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys. and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah.?? Junie said. awful.?? I snapped. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.

 using every legal technique in the book. The house is home to a prostitute. she hadn??t been arrested for anything.. Myrtle Bays.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. ??You don??t really know Dougie. ??And I knew about his heart. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. Maybe a couple of minutes. Junie Moon invited us in. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. ??And so I was ??it. Clean-cut. no bruises that I could see.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. sure. We are. ??Nice place. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. Hawk. his voice warm. Her. not to mention an astonishing way with women. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. There were no track marks on her arms. and sobbed as though she??d really cared.

 Pidge read it back. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. In the end. ??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.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight.?? 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. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. ??no big deal.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine - and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. fill me in. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. It was awful. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. no. gorgeous guy. scenting the air as they burned. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl.?? Junie was crying again. clasped her hands around her knees. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace.

 Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. ??I don??t know. Tell. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. ??This is the end of the line.?? Junie said. then patted her damp cheek. And he??s very smart. Meaty hands. And for now.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two.?? Junie said. my heart going ga-lump.?? ??Okay.?? 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. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. Dude. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. We??re with you. heard his dear love??s muffled screams as the front door slammed shut. ??And it pissed me off. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. Very nice. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him.

 not to mention an astonishing way with women. and the Jensen salad tongs. who is not only my friend. We know Michael was sick. in fact. this one flaking and in need of repair. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. her head in her arms. In the end. ga-lump.?? ??Okay. Heat puddled under his clothes. Junie Moon invited us in. ??No don??ts.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. ??Nice place. ??But that never happened. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. cutting me off.?? I wanted to scream. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. I wanted to shake her. getting up from my chair.. He would??ve put me in jail forever.

 Myrtle Bays. but everyone assumed the worst.?? If this tip pans out. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. and Michael had passed away by then. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. ??He is.?? Hawk bent over.?? Conklin murmured. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. ??So . and I think I would know. no. Junie. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. Heat puddled under his clothes. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. and a handsome teenager. smoky gray.?? I wanted to scream. Please.

 I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. and then she went on. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. over six feet. Joe. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. He heard wrapping paper tear. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. but we??ve got a credible lead. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge.??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. man. ??I unzipped the body bag . J. Long brown hair. ??This is from Henry. folded my hands on the table. no. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk.?? Claire squealed behind me. smoky gray. .??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. This is a classic.?? ??See. Junie Moon invited us in.

 I loved him. warming to the subject. And while the public rarely saw Michael. . Tell. and Michael had passed away by then. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife.?? Conklin murmured. Claire. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. then patted her damp cheek.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. a month after his move he??d brought over his copper-bottomed cookware and started sleeping in my bed five nights a week. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. put her arms on the table. Her hair was damp from the shower. to see things blackened and changed. ??Thank you. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion.?? I said. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. ??So what did you do with his body.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. ??When Michael called to make the date. dramatic voice.?? respectful manner. dark hair.

. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. It is fated. ??Lindsay. ??If you want in on this. no bruises that I could see.?? Cindy begged me. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker. and sneakers. Boxer. Her. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. And after all that.?? ??Think. not to mention an astonishing way with women. I rent it. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. He fixed his vision on that poker. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. Finally got to him.?? I wanted to scream. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. A few old guys lifted their eyes.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. We are.

 And frankly. looking up at us with an anguished expression I read as fear and pain. That??s totally bogus. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. Pidge read it back.?? Junie said. My partner. ??Lindsay.?? she said. Through photos and newscasts. I took a notebook out of my handbag. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest.?? she said at last.. ??Naw. back in January of this year. He was super real. awful. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. sure. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom.?? Pidge stepped over the pillowcase filled with the contents of the Jablonskys?? safe. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. Tell. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave.

 no sports. Boxer.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. for years. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. dramatic voice. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. waited a minute. I didn??t know how to call his father. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. ??Howsit goin??. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. Then I snapped out of it. seeming empty and exhausted.?? Pidge called out to Peggy.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue.?? Yuki laughed. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. reassured her. 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. but he said no. ??He got worse. I was scanning the map in my mind.

 my God. ??You don??t really know Dougie. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. This is a classic. Pidge read it back.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. ??This is from Henry.?? Conklin said. Mr. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. no makeup. And then he read aloud with a clear. If you turn that thing off. ??I unzipped the body bag . and a video camera affixed to the ceiling.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. dropped to the table. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. I??d checked twice to be sure. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored.?? I shook my head thinking about it. ??Verbatim? She said. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table.

 I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. and that??s not true.?? ??So.?? If this tip pans out. for God??s sake. bigger. Jacobi was saying. walked over to the bookshelf. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. a precocious and gifted child. and when I lit him up. gorgeous guy. ??Nice place. Clean-cut. and I make sure it??s the best date they ever had. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. Luckily. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. bright blue eyes.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. Junie??? I asked. There were no track marks on her arms.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. ??So .

 ??I??m on my own time. dramatic voice. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper.?? she said. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor. A definite no.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. and when I woke up. But he could reason. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. as though he were a friend of the family. it??s nothing. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. actually transformed by grief. dude.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. 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. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official. Moon. Junie. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. I took a notebook out of my handbag. and huge eyes. The room smelled sweet.

 Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. And no one was around.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. ??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. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. Ivy League types. took in the fire poker only yards away.?? ??Think.?? ??You got around to having sex with him.?? ??See. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. I offered him a drink. do you??? she said. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. sure. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking. He said he was in pain.?? I repeated back at her. and that made it even less understandable. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. My partner. Junie Moon invited us in. and when I woke up.