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“Thank you I rent it Furnished,” she said

“Have you ever seen thisher a photo of Michael Campion

“You mean for real? That’s Michael Campion, isn’t it?”

“That’s right”

Junie Moon’s gray eyes grew even e “I’ve never seen Michael Campion in my entire life”

“Okay, Ms Moon,” I said “We have some questions we’d like to ask you at the police station”

Chapter 5

JUNIE MOON SAT ACROSS FROM US in Intervieo, a twelve-by-twelve-foot gray-tiled roo chairs, and a video ca

I’d checked twice to be sure The ca

Junie was noearing an open-weave pink cardigan over a lace-trimmed ca this — she looked like she was in the tenth grade

Conklin had started the interview by reading Junie Moon her Miranda rights in a char deal,” respectful hts form without complaint, but still, it irked the hell out of me Junie Moon wasn’t under arrest We didn’t have to Mirandize her for a noncustodial interview, and Conklin’s warning ently needed to know I sed my pique What was done was done

Junie had asked for coffee and was sipping froain I mentioned her three arrests for prostitution, and she told ed her na

“I feel like a new person,” she said

There were no track marks on her arms, no bruises that I could see, and that made it even less understandable What was the draw? What was the hook?

Why would a pretty girl like Junie turn pro?