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Joe reached for my empty bowl and stood up, abruptly

“Honey?”

“It’s getting so I feel like I know this guy,” Joe said over the sound of water running in the sink “I’d like to meet him sometime”

“Sure —”

“What do you say we go to bed, Lindsay?” he said, cutting ht”

Chapter 9

AT AROUND EIGHT the nexthis key into the front door of a shabby apartment house on Mission Street He made us as cops and tried to take off, so we scuffled with him on the sidewalk and convinced him to come to the Hall

“You’re not under arrest,” I’d said, escorting him to our car “We just want to hear your side of the story”

Ricky was in “the box” now, glaring at reen eyes, tattooed arms crossed over his chest, his face blanched with the nocturnal pallor of a ht in years

Within the forest of tattoos on Malcolht arm was a red heart with the initials RM The heart was impaled on the hook of a crescent moon Malcol if Junie’s story of Michael Campion’s death was true

Had Campion really died of natural causes?

Or had this freak walked in on Michael and Junie — and killed him?

Malcolm’s sheet showed three arrests, one conviction, all for possession I slapped the folder closed

“What can you tell us about Michael Campion?” I asked him

“What I read in the papers,” he said