"I haven"t read the overnights," Wohl said.
"Black guy," D"Amata said. "Lived on 48th near Haverford."
"His name wouldn"t be Marvin P. Lanier, would it?" Wohl asked.
"Yes, sir, that"s it," D"Amata said, obviously pleased. "I sort of hoped there"d be something for me here."
"I don"t think I follow that," Wohl said.
"I got the idea, Inspector, that you-that is, Highway- knows something about this guy."
"Why would you think that?"
"You knew the name," D"Amata said, just a little defensively.
"That"s all?"
"Sir, an hour before somebody shot this guy there was a Highway car in front of his house. With him. Outside the crime scene, I mean."
"You"re sure about that?"
"Yes, sir. Half a dozen people in the neighborhood saw it."
"Dave?" Wohl asked.
Pekach threw up his hands in a helpless gesture, making it clear that he knew nothing about a Highway involvement.
"Fascinating," Wohl said. "More misterioso."
"Sir?" D"Amata asked, confused.
"Detective D"Amata," Wohl said, "why don"t you help yourself to a cup of coffee and then have a chair while Captain Pekach goes and finds out what Highway had to do with Mr. Lanier last night?"
"Inspector, this is the first I"ve heard anything about this," Pekach said.
"So I gathered," Wohl said sarcastically.
Pekach left the office.
"How did Mr. Lanier meet his untimely demise, D"Amata?"
"Somebody popped him five times with a .38," D"Amata said. "In his bed."
"That would suggest that somebody didn"t like him very much," Wohl said. "Any ideas who that might be?"
D"Amata shook his head.
"Have you learned anything that might suggest Mr. Lanier was connected with the mob?"
"He was a pimp, Inspector," D"Amata said.
"Then let me ask you this: Off the top of your head, would you say that Mr. Lanier was popped, in a crime of pa.s.sion, so to speak, by one of his ladies, or by somebody who knew what he was doing?"
D"Amata thought that over briefly. "He took two in the head and three in the chest."
"Suggesting?"
"I don"t know. Some of those wh.o.r.es are tough enough. A wh.o.r.e could have done it."
"Have you any particular lady in mind?"
"I asked Vice"-he paused and chuckled-"to round up the usual suspects. Actually for a list of girls who worked for him, or did."
Wohl chuckled and then asked, "Whose gun?"
"We don"t have that yet," D"Amata said. "Those are interesting questions you"re asking, Inspector."
"Just letting my mind wander," Wohl said. "Try this one: Can you think of any reason that Mr. Lanier"s name would be known to Mr. Vincenzo Savarese?"
"Jesus!" D"Amata said. "Was it?"
"Let your mind wander," Wohl said.
"He could have owed the mob some money," D"Amata said. "He liked to pa.s.s himself off as a gambler. The mob likes to get paid."
"That would get him a broken leg, not five well-placed shots, and from someone with whom Mr. Savarese would be only faintly acquainted," Wohl said.
"Yeah," D"Amata said thoughtfully.
"What would that leave? Drugs?" Wohl asked.
There was not time for D"Amata to consider that, much less offer an answer. Pekach came back in the office.
"There"s nothing in the records about a Highway car being anywhere near 48th and Haverford last night," he said.
"You sure?" D"Amata challenged, surprised.
"Yeah, I"m sure," Pekach said sharply. "Are you?"
"Captain," D"Amata said, "I got the same story from four different people. There was a Highway car there."
There was a knock at the door.
"Not now!" Wohl called.
There came another knock.
"Open the door, Dave," Wohl said coldly.
Pekach opened the door.
Officers Jesus Martinez and Charles McFadden stood there, looking more than a little uncomfortable.
"Didn"t you hear me say not now?" Wohl said. "How many times do I have to-"
"Inspector," Charley McFadden blurted, "we heard Captain Pekach asking-"
"G.o.ddammit, we"re busy," Pekach flared. "The Inspector said not now. And whatever"s on your mind, go through your sergeant!"
"That was us," Charley said. "At 48th and Haverford. With Marvin Lanier." He looked at Pekach. "That"s what we wanted to see you about, Captain."
"Officer McFadden," Wohl said, "please come in, and bring Officer Martinez with you."
They came into the office.
"You have heard, I gather, that Mr. Lanier was shot to death last night?" Wohl asked.
"Just now, sir," Hay-zus said.
"Before we get started, this is Detective D"Amata of Homicide," Wohl said. "Joe, these two are Jesus Martinez and Charley McFadden, who before they became probationary Highway Patrolmen worked for Captain Pekach when they were all in Narcotics."
"I know who they are," D"Amata said.
"What is your connection with Mr. Lanier?" Wohl asked.
Charley McFadden looked at Hay-zus, then at Wohl, then at Pekach.
"What we wanted to tell Captain Pekach was that Marvin told us another guinea shot Tony the Zee," he blurted.
"Fascinating," Wohl said.
"What I want to know is what you were doing with Lanier when you were supposed to be patrolling the Schuylkill Expressway," Captain Pekach said.
"Isn"t that fairly obvious, Dave?" Wohl said sarcastically. "Officers McFadden and Martinez decided that since no one else has any idea who shot Mr. DeZego and Miss Detweiler, it was clearly their duty to solve those crimes themselves, even if that meant leaving their a.s.signed patrol area, which we, not having the proper respect for their ability as super-cops-they are, after all, former undercover Narcs-had so foolishly given them."
I said that, he thought, because I"m p.i.s.sed at what they did and wanted to both let them know I"m p.i.s.sed, and to humiliate them. Having done that, I now realize that I am very likely to be humiliated myself. I have a gut feeling these two are at least going to be part of the solution.
"I used to be a Homicide detective," Wohl said. "Let me see if I still remember how. McFadden-first of all, what was your relationship to Marvin Lanier?"
"He was one of our snitches. When we were in Narcotics."
"Then I think we"ll start with that," Wohl said. "Let me begin this by telling you I want the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Leave nothing out. You are already so deeply in trouble that nothing you admit can get you in any deeper. You understand that?"
The two mumbled "Yes, sir."
"Okay. Martinez, tell me how you turned Marvin Lanier into a snitch."
Wohl was convinced that the story was related truthfully and in whole. He didn"t particularly like hearing that they had turned Lanier loose with a kilogram of cocaine-and could tell from the look on his face that Dave Pekach, who had been their lieutenant, was very embarra.s.sed by it-but it convinced him both that McFadden and Martinez were going to tell the whole truth and that they had turned Lanier into a good snitch, defined as one that was more terrified of the cops who were using him than of the people on whom he was snitching.
He noticed, too, that neither Sabara, Pekach, or D"Amata had added their questions to his. On the part of D"Amata, that might have been the deference of a detective to a staff inspector-he didn"t think so-but on the parts of Sabara and Pekach, who were not awed by his rank, it very well could be that they could think of nothing to ask that he hadn"t asked.
Christ, maybe what I should have done was just stay in Homicide. I"m not all that bad at being a detective. And by now I probably would have made a pretty good Homicide detective. And all I would have to do is worry about bagging people, not about how p.i.s.sed the mayor is going to be because one of my people ran off at the mouth.
"So when Marvin wanted to put his jack in the backseat instead of his trunk," Hay-zus said, "we knew there was something in the trunk he didn"t want us to see. So there was. A shotgun."
"A shotgun?" Joe D"Amata asked. It was the first time he had spoken. "A Remington 12 Model 1100, 12-gauge?"
"A Model 870," Martinez said. "Not the 1100. A pump gun."
"Is there an 1100 involved?" Wohl asked.
"There was an 1100 under his bed," D"Amata said. "I"ve got it out in my car."
"And you say there was an 870 in his trunk?" Wohl asked Martinez.
"Yes, sir."
"Where is it?"
"Outside in my car."
"You took it away from him? Why?"
"On what authority?" Pekach demanded. Wohl made a calm-down sign to him with his hand.
"He didn"t know it was legal," McFadden said.
"So you just decided to take it away from him? That"s theft," Wohl said.
"We wanted something on him," McFadden protested. "We was going to turn it in."
Bulls.h.i.t!
"That"s when he told us another guinea shot Tony DeZego," Hay-zus said. "I don"t know if that"s so or not, but Marvin believed it."
"He didn"t offer a name?" Wohl asked.
"We told him to come up with one by four this afternoon," McFadden said.
"And you think he would have come up with a name?"
"If he could have, he would have. Yes, sir."
Wohl looked at Mike Sabara.
"Do you know where Washington is?"
"No, sir. But Payne"s outside. They"re working together, aren"t they?"