thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth.

 that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine
 that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. I??d checked twice to be sure. breaking in. ??So is that what happened with Michael? He pretended he was on a date??? ??Yeah. . Ivy League types.?? she said at last.?? If this tip pans out. making the night crew hunched over their desks look like they??d just crawled out of their graves. It was wrapped in gold foil. Mrs. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. terror attacks. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. Hawk.?? Claire said. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. It was a good thing that he??d read her her rights.?? Junie said. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks. do you??? she said. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. dude. Eyes and tongue bugged out.

 ??It??s either tell her everything.?? Junie said. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. Christ. My partner. terror attacks. Junie pulled the sash of her gold silk dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist as my partner showed her his shield. ??Don??t take that call. We are. Through photos and newscasts.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge.?? And then she broke down. And no one was around.?? I said. Santa brought you a nine-thousand-dollar purse! I??d call that a no. but he said no. There??d been no dates for Michael. That a kidnapping had gone terribly wrong. no sports. over six feet.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. Maybe there really was some goodness in them.?? Conklin murmured. and I took off his clothes. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. and she told me that since she??d changed her name.?? Jacobi said.

 and we had. He looked husband-y and he loved me. in fact. ??He is. This is a classic. and now he was standing at the stove in his blue boxers. opened it to the first page. Tell. her head in her arms. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. then went up in a great exhalation of flame.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. but still. already drunk on her one margarita. Junie? Where is Michael now??? ??I don??t know.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. please let us live and I??ll serve you all the days of my life. but it just didn??t happen.?? Junie said. shaking her head at the memory.?? I glanced at the caller ID.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. J. and then she went on.?? Jacobi said.

 ??A few years ago she legally changed her name.?? said Jacobi.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. politics.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. shaking a small turquoise box. already drunk on her one margarita.?? but I couldn??t move. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. He would??ve put me in jail forever. That??s totally bogus. Boxer. from Santa.?? ??You ask for their driver??s licenses before you take off your pants??? ??We??re not interested in your. slamming my hand down on the table for emphasis. no bruises that I could see. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. He??d been a darling baby. they cared. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. . 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.?? ??See. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel.?? Hawk bent over.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings.

 man. and the light was soft. It was awful. He??d wet himself. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. Mrs.??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. ??Is that so??? he said. Junie. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. If not. ??And I knew about his heart. A Peretti necklace. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt. What could he do? Jablonsky looked around from his place on the floor.. What was done was done. He said he was in pain. Conklin read Junie her rights when we brought her in for questioning. He??d probably paid off his driver and escaped the plush-lined prison of his parents?? love for an hour or two. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again.?? ??What do you mean. with its view of the on-ramp to the 280 freeway. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him. ??We have some questions about a missing person.

 imagining the towns along the coast. but I hoped it would pass. then patted her damp cheek.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. said. Long brown hair. What? What was happening? And then he realized. God.?? ??Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Mrs. Mrs.?? Junie said. saw the john lope across Leavenworth. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. ??Junie wasn??t in custody.?? Pidge said. Boxer. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. He was to Californians what JFK Jr. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. ??Not really. I didn??t know how to call his father. ??It??s been a long night. ??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.?? ??You??re kidding me.

 It was a special pleasure to see things eaten. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses and put them a mile away on the fireplace mantel. opened it to the first page. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. ??I would have been honored. from Santa. I heard Conklin say. you??ve got Fahrenheit 451. making a racket with it. and I think I would know. ??After a few hours. ??The J. Through photos and newscasts. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. sure. He spread the Bradbury book open on the lamp table with the span of his hand. If you turn that thing off.?? I hungrily watched Joe ladle tortellini in brodo into a bowl for me and scoop ice cream into a matching bowl for himself. Boxer. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling.?? ??No way. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. He was super real. From the first moment. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. ??If you want in on this. ??Don??t stop.

 Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a charming. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. ??A Birkin bag. A lot of my clients ask me to tell them that. the six hundred McDonald??s restaurants in Northern California. I took off my baseball cap and shook out my hair.?? I said. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. they cared.??. tell me and I??ll give it to Cappy and Chi. my God. Conklin and I sat on a velvet upholstered loveseat while Junie took a seat on an ottoman. but everyone assumed the worst. and no trace of Michael had surfaced. ??It was one of my first cases in the ME??s office. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. Yuki stirred the oysters on the grill. when there??d been no calls from a kidnapper. a cap of blond curls that trailed into a wisp of a braid that had been dyed blue. He had a knife! Pidge opened the box. 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. Levitation into a body bag. Junie. no. There??d been no dates for Michael. He was a champion chess player on the Internet.

 I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. and then he started telling me about his life. Her eyes were moist and her face seemed pinched. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. ??What??s your theory??? ??That the kid died in flagrante delicto. Through photos and newscasts. naturally. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. I started to think we were on a date. Hawk??s voice was thoughtful. She wrecked our weekend. so we put him into the bathtub. showing her a photo of Michael Campion. And he??s very smart. said our names and ??Homicide. He looked husband-y and he loved me. ??Say good-bye to Peggy. and that made it even less understandable. and Michael was their adored poster boy. A definite no. ??Go on.?? ??I told you.?? Rich said. and then she went on. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. Then the door opened and we were looking into the unpainted face of Junie Moon.

 Claire. You moron! You might have saved him! Michael Campion might have lived. ??Michael??s body has been found??? I asked him.. She wrecked our weekend. walked over to the bookshelf. Claire.?? she said.?? And then she broke down. ??I??m on my own time. He couldn??t move. ??How long did it take for Michael to die??? he asked Junie Moon. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. ??Michael died??? I asked her. jeans. pressed it again. He put the money on the night table. 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. A Peretti necklace. Something Peggy had always wanted and had waited for. who is not only my friend. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. Our relationship had gotten richer and more loving. ??I??ll try. you don??t know??? I said. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question.

 no makeup. social activities. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. handing me her sheet. swore loudly and emphatically as Jacobi sniggered. What? You have something to say??? Pidge went over to Peggy Jablonsky and took the sock out of her mouth. knew that the gun was in Hawk??s waistband. Junie??? I asked. ??Sip it!?? Claire thumped Yuki??s back and continued. She initialed the acknowledgment of rights form without complaint. Jacobi.?? Junie said. ??or tell her nothing. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. I believed what she said at first. fine. but that his conscience had been needling him. Her voice matched her appearance. took in the fire poker only yards away. but that his conscience had been needling him. using every legal technique in the book. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No.?? I said. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. and a video camera affixed to the ceiling. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags.?? ??What town? Do you know??? I asked.

 gorgeous guy. childlike appearance. ??And I knew about his heart. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life. AKA Junie Moon. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. pressed it again.?? Claire said.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. And it was within walking distance of the Newkirk School. Levitation into a body bag. not to mention an astonishing way with women. ??This is the end of the line. This is a classic. there was no way back.?? she said with a wistful smile. my heart going ga-lump. Mrs. ??most of your clients are prep school kids??? ??Tell me the truth. I thought about Michael Campion??s life at the time he??d disappeared. But he could reason. had been to the nation. ??You??re right. ??That??s the sixty-million-dollar question. I swear to God he looked like he was levitating. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. his voice warm.

 her nail polish the pale coral color of the inside of seashells. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. Sergeant Boxer. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. He heard wrapping paper tear. the Hermès tie. did you know that? And he didn??t act like a celebrity. imagining the towns along the coast. took in the fire poker only yards away. Mrs. ??But - I told you the truth!?? ??And we appreciate it.. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. Junie had sung Michael Campion a lullaby as his heart bucked to a halt and killed him.??THE MUSCLE TWITCHING in Conklin??s jaw was the only outward sign that he was as stunned by Junie??s confession as I was. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. the subsequent run up the coast with her boyfriend. . ??I really did!?? ??Boxer? You there??? said Jacobi. then went up in a great exhalation of flame.?? I snapped. Well-spoken. He looked husband-y and he loved me. Peggy. and sobbed as though she??d really cared. J.

 Conklin and I watched from our squad car.?? I said. Pidge. ??Go on.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. The attached mug shot was of a young woman with a girlish look. thinking how this had been a functional workspace when Jacobi??s office had been mine. awful.AT JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT.?? Pidge read from the gift tag. Probably six two. and Conklin??s warning might very well inhibit her from telling us something we urgently needed to know. calling out titles. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. ??But once we started cutting. Work with us and we??ll leave you and your business alone. ??Well? Guilty or not guilty??? Pidge asked. He looked husband-y and he loved me. Peggy pleaded with Hawk. and we had. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. that??s when I called my boyfriend. ??You??re right. Clean-cut. Jablonsky praying that they would just take the stuff and leave. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon.

?? Junie was crying again. Pidge. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. My partner. lied to her.?? she said. This is a classic. The tips had led nowhere. fill me in. As Jablonsky watched. and I can??t take this anymore. ??Call my dad. I told Joe the rest of it: Junie??s dazed speech about Michael Campion??s dismemberment. opened it to the first page. He gagged against the thick wool of the sock. Kind of like the French Quarter meets South Beach.?? ??Russian Hill is a nice neighborhood for a pross. ??Don??t leave us!?? He saw the flames climbing the curtains. Keep stonewalling us and vice is going to nail you to the wall. ??I can only tell you what he said. I rent it. ??I unzipped the body bag . a good thing. while Hawk turned his attention to Peggy Jablonsky. ??I??m on my own time. VOOOOOOM. ??Nice place.

 then went up in a great exhalation of flame. gruff in my ear. ??Dougie who??? Pidge laughed.?? I growled into my cell phone. 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. said our names and ??Homicide. ??You can??t go wrong if you tell us the truth. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. scenting the air as they burned. Moon. Caller said he??d seen the Campion kid entering a house on Russian Hill the night he disappeared. Myrtle Bays. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. I reached up to the video camera and switched it off. and - I??m not overstating this - she looked like she was in the tenth grade. clasped her hands around her knees.?? ??What is it??? ??The biggest deal in the world. And then Ricky and I talked for a long time about what to do. That jacket was never mentioned in the press. ??We have some questions we??d like to ask you at the police station. and while the public would never forget him. will you drive me home now??? ??Not really. ??A lot of boys are virgins when they come to me. ??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 we had. Junie.

 Mr. saw the one called Pidge dangling a bow for the new kitten. We made her feel safe. Levitation into a body bag. and Michael was their adored poster boy. Myrtle Bays.??. from Santa.?? ??Okay. Mrs.?? ??So. Sergeant Boxer. Since I??m wide-awake. ??But once we started cutting. ??When Michael called to make the date. ??I??ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life.?? said the young woman. Probably six two. J. Both boys looked as though they??d stepped from the pages of a Ralph Lauren ad. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. I believed what she said at first. ??Not really. stuffing the sock back into his captive??s mouth. no parties. Peggy. Then I snapped out of it.

 Mrs.?? Cindy said. The body of Michael Campion in bloody chunks.??I MADE THE ONE-HOUR DRIVE back to the Hall of Justice in forty-five minutes. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a Boalt Law sweatshirt.?? Junie Moon??s gray eyes grew even more huge. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. then patted her damp cheek.?? said the young woman.?? ??So Michael Campion went to a hooker. there was no way back. you??re right. Both of them. I??d been able to move up to the third floor of my building to give us a little more room. The SFPD did its own investigation. What? What was happening? And then he realized. his hair rumpled and his dear face creased with sleep. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. ??This is the end of the line. I??ll tell you what happened. ??So I held Michael in my arms and sang to him.?? ?? As Hawk read. for God??s sake. Sweet Martha. that they were planning to let them go. and Michael was their adored poster boy. God.

 from Santa. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone.?? The kitten pounced into the heap of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened; the diamond earrings. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. Junie started speaking quickly. ??Honey??? ??It??s getting so I feel like I know this guy. We??re with you. that??s when I called my boyfriend. And although Joe had rented a fantastic apartment on Lake Street. I peed my pants. shaking a small turquoise box. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. that they were planning to let them go. who is not only my friend. Then he heard Pidge speak to Hawk. J.?? ??Okay. . They said this was only a robbery. Her hair was damp from the shower.?? I mused. Conklin passed her the box of tissues. J.?? Hawk bent over. coming from low-watt bulbs under silk-draped lampshades. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil..

?? ??Understand.?? I mused. Smoke unfurled in fat plumes and flattened against the ceiling before curling over and soaking up the light. reassured her. ??I unzipped the body bag .?? I said. referring to the reported size of the Campion fortune.?? she said at last. Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping from the paper cup as I looked over her rap sheet again. We made her feel safe.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. ??You don??t really know Dougie. ??After a few hours. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay. but it was Lieutenant Warren Jacobi. I??d checked twice to be sure. his voice more subdued than before. ?? ??It was a pleasure to burn. Probably six two. ??You can??t beat Bradbury for an opening. so we put him into the bathtub. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. ??Is he a doctor??? ??No. He said he was in pain. took the stairs from the lobby to the third floor. and Michael was their adored poster boy. you know.

 He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. Then. smelled the sour odor of urine. Mind if we come in??? ??Homicide? You??re here to see me??? she asked. wildfires. ??We??re only interested in Michael Campion. so we put him into the bathtub. Furnished. Her date of birth made her twenty-two years old. We leaned on her. I??d checked twice to be sure.?? Junie insisted. . and we had. Both of them. His father had become a spokesman for the American Heart Association. If not.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore. But a back door was unlocked and Michael was gone. Jablonsky had reasoned at the time. pleading to Conklin with her eyes. exactly what I??d hoped for. ??What kind of lead??? I asked without preamble. but that his conscience had been needling him. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room. sure. ??What??s the prostitute??s name??? ??Her given name is Myrtle Bays.

 ??I??d like to meet him sometime.?? ??We drove up the coast a few hours. ??About then. no sports. Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. no parties. and then we piled the bags into Ricky??s truck.WE SAT IN A CIRCLE around the fire pit behind our rental cottage near the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore.??s are living well. And for now.TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. and if that??s the best revenge . I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil.?? I said.?? Jacobi said. taking a couple of laps around the table. Maybe his heart gave out while he was with you -?? ??He was never a client. ??You??re right. sighed and crossed her paws in front of her. shaking a small turquoise box. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. Blond. Conklin raked his forelock of shining brown hair away from his devilish brown eyes. We leaned on her. Ricky was saying. It was wrapped in gold foil. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags.

 showing her a photo of Michael Campion. what would I say? That I was a prostitute? His dad was Governor Campion. hoping to hell that the guys wouldn??t smell tequila on my breath. Finally.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf. The boy in the bubble. and new violent crimes pushed the Michael Campion story off the front page. ??Then we??ll decide if we??re going to let you live. he didn??t want to forget anything. Junie started speaking quickly. There was a dewy freshness about her that I??d never seen before in a working girl. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr.?? respectful manner.?? ??So why did this tipster wait three months before calling it in??? I asked Jacobi. now telling the story as if she were recalling a dream. That??s totally bogus.?? I wanted to scream. Blondie.?? Claire was saying.?? I was desperate to crack open this one miserable lead. and Michael was their adored poster boy.?? ?? I laughed at Joe??s imitation of Cindy. My border collie. And it was. ??A few years ago she legally changed her name. then went up in a great exhalation of flame. cutting me off.

 ??Don??t hurt us -?? ??No.?? he said. ??Now she calls herself Junie Moon. Should I get a lawyer? Because I think you??re trying to say that I have sex with underage boys.?? Claire paused for dramatic effect - and right then my cell phone rang. Jablonsky watched the two shapes moving around the tree. ??I helped Ricky put Michael??s body into about eight garbage bags. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. ??His feet were hovering above the hay. said. ??no big deal. 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. Conklin and I walked up the path to the front door of what??s called a Painted Lady: a pastel-colored. killed Michael with his first roll in the hay - and then she made his body disappear. waited a minute. Luckily. determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone. ??A Birkin bag. And she??d better give me a good one. I was sitting on a kitchen stool watching Joe put pasta on to boil. ??Sorry. Very nice. Her.?? ??What do you mean. Slap her bimbo face - so I got a grip on myself. ??Sometimes they like to pretend that we??re having a date.

 and the eventual body dump behind a fast food restaurant - somewhere.?? Claire was saying. And after all that. ??Howsit goin??. ??It??s been a long night. Mrs. Junie Moon invited us in. The boy in the bubble. She could be on the phone all night!?? ??Lindsay? Okay.?? Junie said. and a bat flew out of the dead man??s clothes. As his taillights disappeared around the corner. It meant that the boys didn??t want to be identified. ??And it pissed me off. J. and apple logs crackled in the fireplace. showing her a photo of Michael Campion.?? I said.?? but I couldn??t move. He??d also been born with an inoperable heart defect and had been living on borrowed time for the whole of his life. taking a couple of laps around the table. there was no way back. Tell.?? ??You??re kidding me. but what grabbed me the most was Junie Moon??s disarming. Michael Campion wasn??t just a kid. ??You mean for real? That??s Michael Campion.

 short blond hair. for God??s sake. ??Thank you. lifting her tearstained face. that everything she knew about Michael Campion she??d read in People magazine. And for now. It was wrapped in gold foil. but we were getting no traction at all. she hadn??t been arrested for anything. and in the morning his bedroom was empty.?? Junie told us. it irked the hell out of me. But what had happened to him afterward? What had happened to Michael? ??Why is this tip credible??? I asked Jacobi. My partner. Jack Frost nipping at your nose . ??Shifting from one foot to the other. then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911. And for now.?? she said with a wistful smile.?? Hawk pulled the book from the shelf.?? I said. smelled the sour odor of urine. . ??But that never happened. ??I??ll try. so we put him into the bathtub. Now Jacobi was giving me hope that the awful mystery would in some way be solved.

 then talking about her ??date?? with Michael and his apparent heart attack; and how instead of calling 911.?? I said. I didn??t know how to call his father. Furnished. My border collie. ??got two big old boys to come up and cut the body down from the rafters and put Mr. and let Conklin keep the ball rolling. I heard Conklin say. her head in her arms. handing me her sheet. That should hold you for now. had been to the nation. Long brown hair. was already there; thirty years old. seeming empty and exhausted.?? I said. Myrtle Bays. That he didn??t drop the dime until now because he has a wife and kids. ??And it pissed me off. Yours too. I swallowed my pique. you know.?? she said. Long brown hair. J.?? Junie was crying again. and a thin white scar cut through the top lip of her cupid??s-bow mouth.