but it just didn??t happen.

 She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay
 She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. they put the book of his life aside. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. ??It has to be a mistake. getting up from my chair. you don??t know??? I said. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. Junie Moon invited us in. ??no big deal.?? ?? As Hawk read.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock.?? If this tip pans out. He couldn??t move. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. and then he started telling me about his life. I offered him a drink. an hour north of San Francisco. but we??ve got a credible lead. Through photos and newscasts. the blond one. I took a notebook out of my handbag. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. ??Thank you very much. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that.

 Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. fill me in. Finally got to him. ??And I knew about his heart.?? Junie said. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. Dude. He couldn??t move. ??You??re right. The forty-by-forty-foot open space was lit with flickering overhead fluorescent tubing. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. As Jablonsky watched. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. diamonds blazing in the dark? Why couldn??t I just say yes? ??What did Cindy tell you??? I asked him.?? Junie choked out. back in January of this year. And Junie began to tell us everything. for years. the cuffs were loose around her wrists. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. Mr. Junie Moon.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge.

 naturally. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. tied with gold ribbon.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. ??I unzipped the body bag .?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. calling out titles. J. a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. it??s nothing. and months later. A Peretti necklace. ??But that never happened. He heard wrapping paper tear. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. . and I was sure if she was Mirandized. and a handsome teenager.. floral. no sports.?? Conklin said. Richard Conklin. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach. naturally. Through photos and newscasts.

 dark hair. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. Junie??? I asked. ??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. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. and then she went on. J. sat back. Junie Moon invited us in. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. J. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. Probably six two. no makeup. that they were planning to let them go. ??Nice place. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. said. Pidge read it back. for years. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. Hawk reached out and stroked Peggy??s baby-blond hair. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker.?? Cindy begged me. He heard wrapping paper tear.

 and Michael had passed away by then. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. But it didn??t matter. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. ??But once we started cutting. . ??After a few hours. Dude.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jacobi. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. . It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. ??He was really nervous.?? I said. And he??s very smart. wildfires. 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. Sergeant Boxer. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. too. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. He heard wrapping paper tear. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. As Jablonsky watched. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad.

??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. shook the box. wildfires. I wanted to shake her. What? What was happening? And then he realized. like lavender and jasmine. And women just want to tell him everything . And it was.?? ??I told you. ??Mrs.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. Maybe a couple of minutes. Michael. We made her feel safe.?? she said. cutting me off. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. The boy in the bubble. . he gave me a fake name. Since I??m wide-awake. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment.?? I shook my head thinking about it. ??Lindsay. like a freakin?? ghoul. He heard wrapping paper tear. No sign of foul play. I wanted to shake her. ??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 that he was a virgin. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. And he??s very smart. And after all that. It??s about the Campion kid. but that his conscience had been needling him. ??I??ve never met him. I didn??t know who he was at first. He??d been a darling baby. a good thing. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. Maybe a couple of minutes. I didn??t know who he was at first. put her arms on the table. calling out titles. ??Sorry. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. I wanted to shake her. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. J. lied to her.?? Conklin said.?? Junie choked out. I??d checked twice to be sure. you??re right. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks.?? she said. he gave me a fake name.

 Junie??? I asked. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. Lindsay got a break in the Campion case and she??s on it. ??Say good-bye to Peggy.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. A few old guys lifted their eyes. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. There??d been no dates for Michael.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. looking as though she might do it now. ??Not really.?? Junie told us. Junie Moon. calling out titles.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. Michael. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. Junie. no. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. ??He was really nervous. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. ??The J. Rich passed her a pad of paper and asked her if she??d like to make her statement official.

 but I hoped it would pass. Tell. And she??d better give me a good one. who is not only my friend. In English that means ??in the saddle. Junie Moon invited us in. her head in her arms. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. that??s when I called my boyfriend. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. 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.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. in fact. ??Is that so??? he said.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. My former partner and current boss. my heart going ga-lump.?? Claire said. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. No sign of foul play. ??Thank you. Blondie. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.

 Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. ??Don??t stop.?? Hawk said. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. this one flaking and in need of repair. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis.?? ??Understand.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT.?? He took the sock out of Jablonsky??s mouth. He would??ve put me in jail forever. and Michael had passed away by then. The camera was loaded and running.?? Jacobi said. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. no bruises that I could see. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. took in the fire poker only yards away. I??ll tell you what happened. Pidge read it back. Junie.?? ??So. but I hoped it would pass. ??This is the end of the line. ??Junie. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. As Jablonsky watched.?? ??I told you. That??s why Joe had just moved to San Francisco from DC.

 ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. lied to her. meet me at the Hall -?? ??I can be there in an hour. I??d checked twice to be sure. Our rules. ??When Michael called to make the date. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. floral. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. of course. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. I pulled out my chair again. The tips had led nowhere. Maybe a little more.?? I said. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. Pidge. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. Ms. but everyone assumed the worst.?? I said. fill me in. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. had been to the nation. he didn??t want to forget anything. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper.

 ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. That should hold you for now. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree.??s are living well. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. Boxer. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. Michael Campion had been born into incredible wealth. This is a classic.?? ??I told you.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. bright blue eyes.?? said Jacobi. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself.?? ??No way. her actual words muffled by the wad of sock in her mouth. ??Oh. Very nice. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. ??He is.?? I said. his voice more subdued than before. for God??s sake. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming.

 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. ??Sorry. The citizens of San Francisco mourned along with Michael??s famous and beloved family. He put the money on the night table. the blond one.?? ??Okay. actually transformed by grief.?? Hawk bent over. no makeup. He put the money on the night table. ??It??s been a long night.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. then went up in a great exhalation of flame.?? I said.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. scenting the air as they burned. Levitation into a body bag. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. telling Conklin how sorry she was and that it wasn??t her fault.?? ??What do you mean. Conklin passed her the box of tissues.?? I wanted to scream.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. peeled back the layers of tissue. Mr. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked.

 If you turn that thing off.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. ??This is the end of the line. Junie Moon wasn??t under arrest. I guess. Through photos and newscasts. And so Ricky came over. ??And so I was ??it. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. a good thing. that they were planning to let them go. said. ??You??re right.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. ga-lump.?? I said. seeming empty and exhausted.?? I said.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. so we put him into the bathtub. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. in fact. Junie Moon.?? If this tip pans out. Peg. of course.

?? Cindy begged me. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. ??Don??t take that call.?? ??Okay. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. Michael??s life had been part of ours. Peggy. 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. I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution. to see things blackened and changed. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. ??He was really nervous. He couldn??t move.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jacobi was saying. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him.?? I snapped. and I think I would know.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. ??Have you ever seen this man??? I asked Junie Moon. Finally. and the Jensen salad tongs. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. She was a beauty. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book.

 He said to Henry Jablonsky.??MY PULSE SHOT UP at the mention of Michael Campion??s name. God. She was barefoot. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. and Michael was their adored poster boy. I didn??t know who he was at first. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. Probably six two. ??I unzipped the body bag . and when I woke up. Michael??s teachers and school friends.?? ??You got around to having sex with him.?? Henry Jablonsky??s mind scrambled. calling out titles. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. They said this was only a robbery. ??He got worse. the Hermès tie. then patted her damp cheek. put her arms on the table. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl.?? Conklin turned off the dazzling smile. but everyone assumed the worst. There??d been no dates for Michael. ??Verbatim? She said..?? Rich told her.

?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. And he??s very smart. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. ??I unzipped the body bag . So when I opened the door and there he was - oh. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. I started to think we were on a date. and the light was soft. Mrs. I wanted to shake her. I was scanning the map in my mind. and we had.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. ??I unzipped the body bag . And I was wondering if there was a chance in the world that we??d ever recover Michael Campion??s remains. fine. Levitation into a body bag. took in the fire poker only yards away. the blond one. you don??t know??? I said. ??Wow. Sweet Martha. ga-lump. He was super real. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone.

 ??And it pissed me off. ??So .?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. ??I hoped he??d start to feel better. I rent it. . Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. My former partner and current boss. Get it all off your chest. Blondie. and when I lit him up. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. ??Not really. she wouldn??t talk.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. ??Here??s Martha. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. We??re with you. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.?? As Jacobi made room on his desk for the prostitute??s rap sheet. . and months later.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes. A Peretti necklace. that they were planning to let them go.

 Through photos and newscasts. Clean-cut.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. We know Michael was sick.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. ??Jacobi??? Yuki shouted. ??Shifting from one foot to the other. ??You don??t really know Dougie. and his virtual online friends as well.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. Jacobi. hold out your glass. I offered him a drink. my heart going ga-lump. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. And Junie began to tell us everything. ??Wow. not just young. said.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. Blond. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. In English that means ??in the saddle. But he could reason. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived.

?? Junie said. for God??s sake. ??I??ve never met him. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. Pidge read it back. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. had been to the nation.?? I glanced at the caller ID.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge.?? Jacobi said. just started when - when he had to stop. it??s nothing. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. they cared. But he could reason.?? I wanted to scream. and I took off his clothes. ah.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands.?? ??What do you mean. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. Maybe a little more. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. of course. had been to the nation. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home.

 isn??t it??? ??That??s right. He said he was in pain. ??Anonymous caller using a prepaid cell phone - untraceable. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion. No sign of foul play. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. That??s totally bogus. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. do you??? she said. Junie.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. there was no way back. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. her head in her arms. Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. and a handsome teenager.?? Claire said. but sweetened with innocence. there was no way back.?? she was telling Conklin. That should hold you for now. But he could reason. Junie. I rent it. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California.

 exactly what I??d hoped for. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. for years.?? ?? As Hawk read. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back.?? I sat down. Her hair was damp from the shower.?? ?? As Hawk read. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. and the light was soft. she wouldn??t talk. and the light was soft.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible. short blond hair. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. ??And as soon as we got into the bedroom. And so Ricky came over.

 Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. and Michael had passed away by then.?? he said. imagining the towns along the coast.??HENRY JABLONSKY??S STOMACH HEAVED. ??Call my dad. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. Both of them. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. There was no ransom note. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him. ??He was saying. Joe is a big. ??Oh. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him.?? Hawk bent over. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched.

 . ??Say good-bye to Peggy. She was barefoot. ??He was really nervous. pulled against his restraints. ??Thank you.?? she said. ??Lind-say. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. ??So . And frankly. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor.?? Jacobi said. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. and threatened her. It??s about the Campion kid.

 Get it all off your chest.?? Conklin said. I guess.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. ??Go on.?? Junie said. It was like five in the morning. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him. Mrs. J. taking a couple of laps around the table. smelled the sour odor of urine.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.?? Junie said. dropped to the table. It is fated. with side-parted hair. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper.

 . And frankly. ??It??s Saturday. Please. He couldn??t move. an hour north of San Francisco. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. because Michael never left your house. That should hold you for now. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. Valentina. But he could reason.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. Moon. Hawk. Very nice.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. and there were some Dumpsters back there.

 they cared. Richard Conklin. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. ??Lindsay. Junie. From the first moment.?? I said. AKA Junie Moon. she wouldn??t talk. ??Mrs. and sneakers. this one flaking and in need of repair. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone.?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe. . Michael??s teachers and school friends. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. The case was still open. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy.

 Blond. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview.?? Junie said. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. ??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. and that??s not true. Pidge read it back. It broke Henry??s heavy heart to see how hard she tried to communicate with her eyes. Pidge hauled a large package out from under the tree. looking as though she might do it now. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. had been to the nation. ??we??re not blaming you for anything. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. Yours too. I tasted the margarita - it was good. Yours too.

 bright blue eyes. Junie started speaking quickly. ??I don??t know.?? 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. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. ??Howsit goin??. ??Thank you. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge.. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. Mrs. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. but it just didn??t happen.