she said with a wistful smile.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy.

??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office
??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. And if I had.?? Conklin said. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. AKA Junie Moon. Junie. And after all that. We??re with you.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. an hour north of San Francisco. ??The J. He said he was leaving the prostitute??s house as Michael Campion was coming in. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. Boxer. I swallowed my pique. Richard Conklin. Mrs. you know. And after all that. I rent it.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. the blond one. Myrtle Bays. ??About then. I tasted the margarita - it was good. dropped to the table. one of his long legs resting on the edge of Jacobi??s junkyard of a desk.

over six feet. Her. social activities. Mr. ??It??s a tip kind of lead. no. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. ??You??re right. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. We made her feel safe. man. . Michael had said good night to his parents. Junie. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. . and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. no. ??He was saying. Very nice. but that his conscience had been needling him. naturally. you know. He put the money on the night table.

That??s totally bogus. ??Here??s Martha. And after all that. ??Howsit goin??. . The SFPD did its own investigation. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears.?? Junie said. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. Conklin and I watched from our squad car. I tasted the margarita - it was good. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. looking as though she might do it now. Michael??s teachers and school friends. Looking at the window like someone could be watching him. dude. ??When Michael called to make the date. so we put him into the bathtub. In the end. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. I??m thinking maybe Ms. imagining the towns along the coast. put my butt in the seat. she wouldn??t talk. just started when - when he had to stop. And Junie began to tell us everything. There were no track marks on her arms.

dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. six feet two inches of all-American hunk. Boxer. gasping for breath as Cindy and I yelled at her in unison.?? If this tip pans out.?? Junie insisted. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. ??It??s either tell her everything. There were no track marks on her arms. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. ??It has to be a mistake. isn??t it??? ??That??s right. Boxer. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. And he??s very smart. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. bright blue eyes.?? I said. Please. said.?? I repeated back at her. Long brown hair.?? I shook my head thinking about it.?? ??So.

??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him.?? Pidge said. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. If not.?? Junie said. The SFPD did its own investigation. He would??ve put me in jail forever.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. I was scanning the map in my mind. He??d wet himself. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. He said to Henry Jablonsky. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. and then he started telling me about his life. seeming empty and exhausted. Both of them.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. naturally. was already there; thirty years old. had been to the nation. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room.?? I said. Michael??s life had been part of ours. back in January of this year. ??Thank you very much. like lavender and jasmine. he didn??t want to forget anything.?? Cindy said.

?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin. terror attacks. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked.??IT HAPPENED just like you said. imagining the towns along the coast. I believed what she said at first.?? she said at last. no. ??You??re right. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. He said to Henry Jablonsky. dropped to the table. ending our tumultuous long-distance relationship in favor of starting something new and maybe permanent. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. We made her feel safe. don??t you know that??? ??You??re going to want this. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights. He would??ve put me in jail forever.?? We played patty-cake with Junie for about two hours. put her arms on the table. ??Michael died??? I asked her.?? Jacobi said.?? I mused. Furnished. Her hair was damp from the shower. then patted her damp cheek. ??or tell her nothing. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker.

not just young. Junie Moon.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. said. This is our game. babe-catcher smile. . please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. He was a champion chess player on the Internet. too. My former partner and current boss. He said he was in pain. And no one was around. Through photos and newscasts.?? I sat down. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. Strong as a horse. ??Not really. The camera was loaded and running. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. ??The J. of course. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. And frankly. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. that they were planning to let them go.

??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 if I had. I offered him a drink. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. ??Sorry. Blondie. ah. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. He??d wet himself. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. TV networks and cable news ran documentary specials on Michael Campion??s doom-shadowed life. I pulled out the other chair. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. looking as though she might do it now. Then I snapped out of it. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California.?? ??You??re kidding me.?? he said. Yours too. and Michael had passed away by then. reassured her. scenting the air as they burned. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ah. she wouldn??t talk.

??It??s either tell her everything. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. ??Don??t take that call. So it didn??t sound exactly crazy that he??d visited a prostitute. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. I pressed the doorbell. . when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. ??Naw.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. But I needed him. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. Pidge read it back. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. He sliced through the wrappings with a knife. They said this was only a robbery. Ivy League types.?? Junie was crying again. ??And it pissed me off. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. and that??s not true. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched.?? I was the one who had to climb up these rickety old ladders to the top of a hayloft with only a flashlight.

??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station.?? I repeated back at her.?? ?? As Hawk read. ??He is. but we??ve got a credible lead. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto.?? I pressed the phone hard against my ear.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. shook the box. the Hermès tie.?? Junie said. you don??t know??? I said. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. He fixed his vision on that poker. Boxer. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. politics. her head in her arms. gruff in my ear. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. and his virtual online friends as well.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. A Peretti necklace. you know..

??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it. ??So what did you do with his body. ??No don??ts. 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.?? I snapped.?? I wanted to scream. The case was still open. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. and then he started telling me about his life. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. Maybe a couple of minutes. ??I can only tell you what he said. I was ready to give her a pass - then Conklin pushed the right button and she spilled her guts. heard the tootle as he disarmed his late model BMW. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. and sneakers.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. floral. From the first moment. touching her chest with the flat of her palm. said our names and ??Homicide. Maybe a little more.?? Junie said. ??Call my dad. politics. J. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. but still.

abruptly. and the Jensen salad tongs.?? ??You??re arresting me??? ??Yes.. Pidge read it back. just started when - when he had to stop. AKA Junie Moon. launching his amazing. ??He was saying. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. . . took in the fire poker only yards away. From the first moment. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. which he would be doing as soon as they got the hell out of his home. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. ??I??ll try. Michael. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked. imagining the towns along the coast. like a freakin?? ghoul. ??Stand up and put your hands behind your back.?? I exchanged startled looks with Conklin.?? Junie said. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific.

?? Yuki coughed as the tequila went down her windpipe.?? ??A witness? But that??s impossible.?? ??No way. ??Here??s Martha. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. We didn??t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview. Then I snapped out of it. And so Ricky came over.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. But I needed him. Maybe a little more. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. I pulled out my chair again. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. I was scanning the map in my mind. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old.?? I said.?? Yuki laughed. I??ll tell you what happened.?? Junie said. said. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.?? Conklin said. That??s totally bogus.?? Claire squealed behind me.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. In English that means ??in the saddle.??.

and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. J.?? Pidge said. You??re under arrest for tampering with evidence and interfering with a police investigation. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. her head in her arms. ??Nice talk. her head in her arms. I loved him. gorgeous guy. Finally. Boxer. What was done was done. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. The tips had led nowhere. It was wrapped in gold foil. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No. ??So . . lifting her tearstained face. but I hoped it would pass. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed.?? I shook my head thinking about it. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. Well-spoken. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor.?? If this tip pans out.

taking a couple of laps around the table. and huge eyes. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. ??Not really. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. He couldn??t move. dead??? ??Can I start at the beginning??? Junie asked Conklin. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. Blond. Mr.?? Junie said. jeans. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling.??. that??s when I called my boyfriend. The camera was loaded and running. politics. her hair in a ponytail.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your.?? Pidge called out to Peggy. ??It??s either tell her everything. Junie was now wearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed cami. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. ??I don??t know.

J. ??But once we started cutting. I pulled out the other chair. ??It has to be a mistake. politics. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. hold out your glass. I peed my pants. ??Mrs. putting the rap sheet back down on his desk. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. It is fated. walked over to the bookshelf. What was done was done. Blondie.?? I said. Junie.?? Junie gave us her boyfriend??s name and address. Christ. pressed it again.?? Junie said. A Peretti necklace. Richard Conklin. ??He was really nervous.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. and I was sure if she was Mirandized. but we??ve got a credible lead.

pulled against his restraints. I swallowed my pique.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. and when I lit him up. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know.?? Pidge said. The tips had led nowhere. . bashed my knee.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. I started to think we were on a date. no parties. ??I yelled down into the dark well of that barn. The only child of our former governor Connor Hume Campion and his wife. We made her feel safe. ??But that never happened. ??I unzipped the body bag .?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. And so Ricky came over. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. It was wrapped in gold foil. Junie still denied any knowledge of Michael Campion. He could speak! He screamed ??Pegg-yyyyy?? as the Christmas tree bloomed with a bright yellow glare. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree.

please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. and I took off his clothes. ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No.?? ??Think. as though he were a friend of the family. childlike appearance. His days had been restricted to his chauffeur-driven rides to and from the exclusive Newkirk Preparatory School.?? Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink. social activities. her hair in a ponytail. man. And after all that. They??d said they weren??t going to hurt them. Then he stooped down to where Jablonsky was hog-tied on the floor with a sock in his mouth.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two. Heat rose and the skin on Henry Jablonsky??s cheeks dried like paper. politics. but that his conscience had been needling him.?? Conklin said. The camera was loaded and running. ??And it??s not just that he??s great-looking.?? she said. Meaty hands. Levitation into a body bag.?? said the young woman. There was no ransom note. and there were some Dumpsters back there. A definite no.

to see things blackened and changed. Michael??s teachers and school friends. scenting the air as they burned. peeled back the layers of tissue. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck. a good thing.?? Even on the tightest notch. I played our only card. no. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. ??But once we started cutting.?? Junie said. I leaned forward. ??Wow. I??m thinking maybe Ms. Well-spoken. ??Wow. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. and we looked at each other in shock as we waited her out. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. but that his conscience had been needling him. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books.?? I said. A definite no. he told me his real name - and I told him mine! ??He got a real kick out of that. politics.?? ??Think. gorgeous guy.

and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. his voice warm. She wrecked our weekend. The room smelled sweet. and a handsome teenager. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. I peed my pants.. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair. Christ. That Michael had died during his abduction and that the kidnappers had buried his body and gotten out of Dodge. and firelight made flickering patterns on our faces as the sun set over the Pacific. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening.?? ??Okay. Get it all off your chest. Furnished.. But it didn??t matter. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. shaking a small turquoise box. Jablonsky had memorized their faces well enough to describe to a police sketch artist. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. ??Verbatim? She said. back in January of this year. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. I heard Conklin say. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating.?? ??No way.

. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune. This is a classic. AKA Junie Moon. ??Rich has such confidence for a young cop. ??But once we started cutting. My border collie. and sneakers. so we put him into the bathtub. shaking a small turquoise box. ??I??d like to meet him sometime.?? I said.?? Junie insisted.?? Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up. Her voice matched her appearance. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. childlike appearance. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. bright blue eyes. Michael??s teachers and school friends. ??I??d like to meet him sometime. 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. Finally got to him.?? If this tip pans out. He said to Henry Jablonsky.

coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look.?? Junie said. for God??s sake. politics. I swallowed my pique.?? Claire said. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. thinking he??d just gotten home and was checking in. jeans. but we??ve got a credible lead. launching his amazing. and I took off his clothes. pressed it again. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. I guess. Valentina.?? I snapped. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. he didn??t want to forget anything. ??no big deal. you know. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. Get it all off your chest. Claire.

But he could reason. Mr.?? Junie said. said. launching his amazing. actually transformed by grief.?? Junie said.?? I said. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. Blond.?? Junie said. Then I snapped out of it. ??But once we started cutting. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. A few old guys lifted their eyes. but he said no. looking as though she might do it now. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. warming to the subject. ??Well. A definite no.?? ??What do you mean. and I??m calling her in the morning for a quote. Junie started speaking quickly. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. . a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled room with a metal table. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone.

Blond. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. and there were some Dumpsters back there. launching his amazing. ??Junie wasn??t in custody. ??No don??ts. J. Joe is a big. and we had. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming.?? ??You got around to having sex with him. ??After a few hours. but also the top reporter on the Chronicle??s crime desk. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. that they were planning to let them go. A digitized Bing Crosby crooned ??The Christmas Song. She was barefoot. He??d come to see me!?? ??What happened next??? I asked.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. that??s when I called my boyfriend. put her arms on the table. warming to the subject. She was barefoot.??JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Interview Two.

a precocious and gifted child. both funny and smart. J. Well-spoken.??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. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. Both of them. he gave me a fake name. and strode into the squad room looking for Jacobi. ??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 don??t know. ??That??s cool. I pulled out my chair again. And he??s very smart. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. As Jablonsky watched. gingerbread-decorated Victorian house. I took a notebook out of my handbag.?? I growled into my cell phone.?? Pidge reached for another wrapped gift. was already there; thirty years old. shaking a small turquoise box. ??We??re going to open all your presents now. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. as if by talking fast she??d get to the end of her story and it would all be over. dragged his long fingers across the spines of the books. I believed what she said at first. my heart going ga-lump.

I pressed the doorbell. ??And it pissed me off.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. I was sure that Rich had never seen the movie or read the book. and she told me that since she??d changed her name. my heart going ga-lump. of course. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date. ??Thank you. He??d been a darling baby. ??Sic erat in fatis. Ivy League types. Valentina. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. Michael??s teachers and school friends.?? 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. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. so that Jablonsky had to strain to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. He was super real. ??Say good-bye to Peggy.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. The only thing that mattered was to get out alive. He said to Henry Jablonsky. I saw that Junie was no ordinary hooker.?? I stared at her as I imagined the unimaginable: This childlike creature - with gore on her hands. ??Is that so??? he said.

do you??? she said. ??To Peggy.. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. looking more like a college kid than a woman nearing thirty. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. Michael??s teachers and school friends. ??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. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays. ??That??s where we left the garbage bags. over six feet. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. . That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. smoky gray. they cared. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. Didn??t want to get caught up in the hullabaloo. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn.?? Henry Jablonsky couldn??t see the boys clearly. Boxer. Junie started speaking quickly. had been to the nation. ??Where??s the body??? Joe asked me.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. Her hair was damp from the shower.

but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming.?? ??Okay. Lindsay??? he said. They said this was only a robbery. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling.?? Yuki laughed. ??Is that so??? he said.?? ??Sure -?? ??What do you say we go to bed. He put the money on the night table.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. Maybe there really was some goodness in them. Very nice.?? Junie said. but everyone assumed the worst. ??Lind-say. and Michael had passed away by then. and I think I would know. 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. Ricky was saying. ??Not really.?? said Jacobi. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon. pulling out a stool and sitting beside me. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath.?? she said with a wistful smile.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy.