"I"m here," a silver-haired priest said. "Elena, what"s the matter?""
"I want them dead! I want them dead!"
"It"s going to be all right, Elena," the priest said. "Come with me, we"ll talk."
"I"m sorry about this," Officer Magnella"s brother said to Officer McFadden as the priest led Officer Magnella"s mother away.
"It"s all right, don"t worry about it," Charley said.
Margaret McCarthy looked at Charley McFadden and saw that it wasn"t all right. Without thinking what she was doing, she put her hand out to his face, and when he looked at her, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
EIGHTEEN.
Officer Matthew Payne was feeling a little sorry for himself. He had been given an impossible task-how the h.e.l.l was he supposed to find one man in a city the size of Philadelphia?- and Peter Wohl had made it plain that he expected him to accomplish it: No excuses, please. Just do it.
When he had tried looking for Jason Washington in all the places he could think, starting with his home, and then going to the Roundhouse and over to the parking garage and even to Hahneman Hospital, he went back to the Roundhouse, on the admittedly somewhat flimsy reasoning that Washington had told him to meet him in Homicide in the Roundhouse before he left word on the answering machine not to meet him there.
Washington was not in Homicide and had not been there.
It occurred to Matt that very possibly Washington had finished doing whatever he was doing and had gone, as he said he would, out to Bustleton and Bowler. If Washington was at Bustleton and Bowler, where he said he would be, and Officer Payne was downtown at the Roundhouse looking for him, Officer Payne was going to look like a G.o.dd.a.m.n fool.
Which, in the final a.n.a.lysis, was probably a just evaluation.
He called Bustleton and Bowler. "Special Operations, Sergeant Anderson."
"This is Payne, Sergeant. Is Detective Washington around there someplace?"
"No. He called in and wanted to talk to you. He said he told you to wait for him here."
"Did he say where he was?"
"No. He just said if I saw you, I was to sit on you."
"Okay."
"Wait a minute. He said that he would be at City Hall."
"Thank you very much," Matt said.
He hung up, rode the elevator down from Homicide, and ran out of the building into the parking lot, where a white-capped Traffic officer was in the process of putting an illegal-parking citation under the Porsche"s windshield wiper.
"Could I change your mind about doing that if I told you I was on the job?" Matt asked.
The Traffic cop, who was old enough to be Matt"s father, looked at him dubiously.
"You"re a 369?"
Matt nodded.
"Where?"
"Special Operations," Matt said.
The Traffic cop, shaking his head, removed the citation.
"What did you guys do?" he asked, nodding at the Porsche. "Confiscate that from a drug dealer?"
This is not the time to tell Daddy that I chopped down the cherry tree.
"Yeah," Matt said. "Nice, huh?"
The Traffic cop shook his head resignedly and walked off without another word.
Matt drove to City Hall and parked the Porsche in an area reserved FOR POLICE VEHICLES ONLY.
I would not be at all surprised, the way things are going today, that when I come out of here, to find a cop, maybe that same cop, putting another ticket on me here.
He went inside the building and trotted up the stairs to the second floor. Thirty seconds after that he spotted Detective Jason Washington walking toward him. From the look on Washington"s face, Matt could tell he was not overcome with joy to see him.
"What are you doing here?" Washington asked in greeting.
"Inspector Wohl sent me to find you," Matt said. "He wants to see you right away.""
"Keep looking," Washington said. "You didn"t find me yet."
"Okay," Matt said, with only a moment"s hesitation. "I didn"t."
"In ten minutes, give or take, you will find me in the ground-floor stairwell, on the southeast corner of the building."
"Yes, sir," Matt said.
"It"s important, Matt," Washington said. "Trust me."
"Certainly."
Wait a minute! If my intention is to put Dolan off-balance, the kid can help. Dolan doesn"t like him.
"I don"t have time to explain this, even if I were sure I could," Washington said. "But I just changed my mind. I want you to come with me. I"m looking for your friend, Sergeant Dolan."
Matt"s face registered surprise.
"I don"t want you to open your mouth, understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"You any kind of an actor?"
"I don"t know."
"Let us suppose that I have caught your friend Dolan doing something he shouldn"t have," Washington said, "and I told you. Do you think you could work up a smug, self-satisfied look? So that Dolan would think you know he"s in trouble and are very pleased about it?"
"If that son of a b.i.t.c.h is in trouble, I wouldn"t have to do very much acting," Matt said.
"Just keep your mouth shut," Washington said. "I mean that. If I blow this, we could both be in trouble."
"Okay," Matt said.
"And there, obviously at the intervention of a benign deity," Washington said softly, "is the son of a b.i.t.c.h."
Matt looked over his shoulder. Sergeant Dolan was coming down the crowded corridor. At the moment Matt looked, Dolan spotted them. He did not look very happy about it.
"Sergeant Dolan," Washington called out, "may I see you a moment, please?"
He walked over to him with Matt at his heels.
"What"s on your mind, Washington?" Sergeant Dolan asked.
Washington turned to Matt and handed him two of the three large manila envelopes.
"Give one to Chief Lowenstein and the other one to Chief Coughlin," he said.
"Yes, sir."
"But I"d suggest you stick around, Matt, until we have Sergeant Dolan"s explanation."
"Yes, sir."
"You know Officer Payne, don"t you, Sergeant? He"s Inspector Wohl"s special a.s.sistant."
"Yeah, I know him. Whaddaya say, Payne?"
Matt nodded at Sergeant Dolan.
"Sorry to bother you again, Sergeant," Washington said. "But I"ve come up with some more photographs. I"d like to show them to you."
He handed Dolan the third envelope. Dolan opened it. His face showed that what he considered the worst possible scenario had begun to play.
"So?" he said with transparent belligerence.
"I was hoping you could tell me who those two gentlemen are," Washington said.
"Haven"t the faintest f.u.c.king idea. They was just on the street."
"I was wondering why those photographs weren"t included in your report, or in the photographs you showed me."
"They wasn"t important."
"You wouldn"t want to even guess who those two gentlemen are?"
"No, I wouldn"t," Dolan said.
"Let"s stop the c.r.a.p, Dolan," Washington said. "This has gone too far."
"f.u.c.k you, Washington," Dolan said, his bravado transparent.
"Payne, get on the phone and tell Inspector Wohl that Sergeant Dolan is being uncooperative," Washington said. "And ask him to please let me know whether he wants to take it from here or whether I should take this directly to Chief Lowenstein. I"ll wait here with Sergeant Dolan."
"Yes, sir," Matt said.
"Washington, can I talk to you private?" Dolan asked. "It"s not what you think it is."
"How do you know what I think it is?"
"It"s dumb but it"s not dirty," Dolan said, "is what I mean."
Detective Washington"s face registered suspicion and distaste.
"Come on, Washington," Sergeant Dolan said, "I"ve got as much time on the job as you do. I told you this isn"t dirty.""
"But you don"t want Payne to hear it, right?" Washington said. "So you tell me about it, and later it"s your word against mine?""
"That"s not it at all," Dolan said.
"Then what is it?"
"Well, okay, then. But not here in the f.u.c.king corridor."
Washington let him sweat fifteen seconds, which seemed to be much longer, and then he said, "Okay, Dolan. I know you"re a good cop. You and I will find someplace to talk. Alone. And Payne will wait here until we"re finished."
Dolan nodded. He looked at Matt Payne. "Nothing personal, Payne."
Matt nodded.
Washington took Dolan"s arm and they walked down the wide, high-ceilinged corridor. Washington opened a door, looked inside, and then held it wide for Dolan to precede him.
Matt waited where he had been told to wait for three or four minutes, and then curiosity got the better of him and he walked down the corridor. Through a very dirty pane of gla.s.s he saw Washington and Dolan in an empty courtroom. They were standing beside one of the large, ornately carved tables provided for counsel during trial.
Matt walked back down the corridor to where he had been told to wait.
A minute later Washington and Dolan came out of the courtroom. Dolan walked toward Matt. Washington beckoned for Matt to follow him and then walked quickly in the other direction, toward the staircase. Dolan avoided looking at Matt as he pa.s.sed him. Matt thought he looked sick.