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The intervieent on in this vein for a couple of hours, and since Conklin’s charms had no effect on Ricky Malcol, even lies that we could use to trip hiey or both He denied any knowledge of Michael Campion, alive or dead

I blinked first

“I think I understand what happened, Ricky,” I said “Your girlfriend was in big trouble, and so you had to help her out Pretty understandable, I guess”

“What are you talking about?”

“The body, Ricky You remember When Michael Campion died in Junie’s bed”

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bsp; Malcol that actually happened? And that I had so to do with it?”

“Junie confessed, you understand,” Conklin said “We knohat happened The kid was dead when you got there That wasn’t your fault, and we’re not putting that on you”

“This is a joke, right?” Malcol about”

“If you’re innocent, help us,” I said “Where were you on January twenty-first fro?”

“Where were you?” he shot back “You think I reo? I can tell you this I wasn’t helping Junie out of a jauys really crackyou?”

“Is that right?” I said

“Yeah! She’s roirl in the ‘I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter’ commercial Junie wants to believe that she did Michael Campion before he croaked —”

I heard the tap on the glass I’d been waiting for

Malcol to Conklin, “I don’t care what she told you I didn’t cut anyone I never du body parts anywhere Junie just likes the attention,to you Charge me, dude, or I’m outta here”