I WAS STILL SAVORING1 the discovery of the knife when my cell phone rang. It was Chief Anthony Tracchio, and his voice was unusually loud.
“What is it, Tony?”
“I need the two of you in my office, pronto.”
After a short volley of useless quibble, he hung up.
Fifteen minutes later, Conklin and I walked into Tracchio’s wood-paneled corner suite2 and saw two well-known people seated in the leather armchairs. Former governor Connor Hume Campion’s face looked swollen3 with rage, and his much younger wife, Valentina, appeared heavily sedated4.
The front page of the Sunday Chronicle was on Tracchio’s desk. I could read the headline upside down and from ten feet away: SUSPECT QUESTIONED IN CAMPION DISAPPEARANCE5.
Cindy hadn’t waited for my quote, damn it.
What the hell had she written?
Tracchio patted his Vitalis comb-over and introduced us to the parents of the missing boy as Conklin and I dragged chairs up to his massive desk. Connor Campion acknowledged us with a hard stare. “I had to read this in the newspaper?” he said to me. “That my son died in a whorehouse?”
I flushed, then said, “If we’d had anything solid, Mr. Campion, we would have made sure you knew first. But all we have is an anonymous6 tip that your son visited a prostitute. We get crank tips constantly. It could have meant nothing.”
“Could have meant? So what’s in this paper is true?”
“I haven’t read that article, Mr. Campion, but I can give you an update.”
Tracchio lit up a cigar as I filled the former governor in on our last eighteen hours: the interviews, our futile7 searches for evidence, and that we had Junie Moon in custody8 based on her uncorroborated admission that Michael had died in her arms. When I stopped talking, Campion shot out of his seat, and I realized that while we had assumed Michael was dead, the Campions hadn’t given up hope. My sketchy9 report had given the Campions more of a reality check than they’d expected.
It wasn’t what they wanted to hear.
Campion turned his red-faced glare on Tracchio, a man who’d become chief of police by way of an undistinguished career in administration.
“I want my son’s body returned to us if every dump in the state has to be picked through by hand.”
“Consider it done,” Tracchio said.
Campion turned to me, and I saw his anger collapse10. Tears filled his eyes. I touched his arm and said, “We’re on this, sir. Full-time11. We won’t sleep until we find Michael.”
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