He took it from his shirt pocket, said, "Hold one" before his caller had a chance to say anything, and handed the cellular to Hollaran, who quickly went into the kitchen.
Hollaran returned almost immediately.
"Commissioner, it"s Captain Quaire," he said, formally.
Coughlin nodded, and reached for the phone.
"What"s up?" he asked, listened, and said, "I"ll get right back to you. Don"t do anything until I do."
He pushed the End b.u.t.ton and, holding the cellular in his palm, looked thoughtfully at it a moment.
"Mickey, this is out of school, okay?"
"Sure," O"Hara said.
"What is it, Denny?" Chief Wohl asked.
"We"ve identified one of the doers in the Roy Rogers job," he said. "Tony Harris went to the State Police fingerprint guy, Lieutenant Stecker, who worked some kind of magic with their new AFIS machine and was able to get enough points to let us run them, and . . ."
He stopped in midsentence, and forestalled any other questions by punching his way through the stored numbers on the cellular until he found what he wanted, and then pressing Call.
"Ben, Denny Coughlin. I apologize for calling you at home...."
He stopped and laughed.
"What, Denny?" Chief Wohl asked.
"Ben Solomon told me to take two aspirin and call him in the morning," Coughlin said, and then his voice suddenly grew serious, as Mrs. Solomon, aka the district attorney of Philadelphia, came on the line.
"Eileen, we"ve identified one of the doers in the Roy Rogers homicide and now have a pretty good idea who the other one is," he said. "I thought I"d better let you know."
There was a pause, and then he continued.
"Tony Harris got the State Police, using some kind of a new machine they have, to get enough prints-points-from a hat, a visor, one of them left at the scene."
Pause.
"Yeah, that"s it, Eileen. But, once we arrest them, I"m pretty sure some of the witnesses will be able to pick them out of a lineup. . . ."
Pause.
"No. Henry Quaire"s getting the warrant as we speak. . . ."
Pause.
"Whatever you say, Eileen. Is Unger there? You want me to send a car?"
Pause.
"Okay. Thirty minutes, in my office."
Pause.
"Matt"s here. We"re at Augie Wohl"s house."
Pause.
"Thirty minutes. Thanks, Eileen."
He took the phone from his ear and pushed End.
"The district attorney says she wants to make sure this is done right. She"s going to meet us in my office in thirty minutes."
"Just you two?" Peter Wohl asked.
"That"s what she said. What are you driving at?"
"The last I heard, this job was given to a Special Operations task force."
"Jesus, I forgot about that," Coughlin said. "Peter, why don"t you just happen to be in Homicide in case Eileen wants to see you?"
Peter Wohl nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Mickey, you didn"t hear any of this," Coughlin said.
"When do I hear any of this?"
"I"ll let you know what happens when we meet with Eileen, but that"ll probably still be off the record."
"If you"ve identified these crumbs, what"s all this about?"
"In the words of our beloved district attorney, we want to make G.o.dd.a.m.n sure these critters don"t walk out of the courtroom because we did something stupid now that we finally know who they are," Coughlin said.
He rose to his feet.
"Eat Barbara"s cake and drink your coffee first," Olga Wohl ordered firmly. "Five minutes one way or the other"s not going to matter."
Five minutes later, the first radio call was made when Frank Hollaran took the microphone from beneath the dash and spoke into it: "Radio, C-2 en route to the Roundhouse from Chief Wohl"s residence."
Immediately after that, there were two more calls, as D-l (Chief Inspector of Detectives Lowenstein) and S-l Inspector Wohl (Special Operations) reported that they, too, were on their way from Chief Wohl"s house to the Roundhouse.
[TWO].
"I don"t know what I"m doing here, Eileen," Police Commissioner Ralph J. Mariani said, as he walked into Deputy Commissioner Coughlin"s conference room.
"You"re the police commissioner, Ralph," the Hon. Eileen McNamara Solomon replied, matter-of-factly. "I thought you ought to be on this, so I asked Al Unger to call you."
There were several shadings to their relationship. The most important was that Commissioner Mariani served at the pleasure of the Hon. Alvin W. Martin, mayor of the City of Philadelphia. The mayor is one of the two senior officials in Philadelphia who have no one to answer to but the law and the voters. The other is the district attorney.
Almost as important, both the police commissioner and the district attorney felt-even if they never articulated this belief-that the burden of protecting the citizens of the City of Brotherly Love from the barbarians hung primarily from his/her shoulders alone, and that the function of the other was to a.s.sist them in this n.o.ble pursuit.
As a practical matter, both realized there had to be sort of a partnership arrangement to effectively keep the barbarians at the gate, since neither could issue orders to the other.
In the relationship between district attorneys and police commissioners there were also the factors of respect, trust, and admiration. In the past, district attorneys and police commissioners had sometimes not respected, trusted, or admired each other at all. Eileen Solomon and Ralph Mariani not only held each other in high professional regard, but were also friends.
But in this case, the truth was that Eileen hadn"t even thought of Ralph when she asked Denny to meet her in the Roundhouse until she had called Al Unger to tell him she needed a ride, and he had brought the subject up.
Detective Albert Unger was the senior of the two members of the District Attorney"s Squad who served as driver/bodyguard for the D.A. So far as he-and others-were concerned, the D.A. needed round-the-clock protection. Threats against her life had been made by a number of people he thought were perfectly capable of trying to whack her.
The D.A., however, firmly said she didn"t want a cop in the lobby of her apartment building twenty-four hours a day, much less hanging around in her apartment.
So a deal was struck. A word was spoken into the ear of Wachenhut Security, who provided the unarmed doorman/ concierge/security guard in the lobby of the luxury apartment building on the Parkway in which Dr. and Mrs. Solomon resided. Four new employees, all of them retired Philadelphia police officers, were shortly afterward engaged to work the lobby of the apartment building. All of them were licensed to carry firearms, and all of them shared Al Unger"s belief that there were critters who would like to whack the D.A., whom all of the retired police officers held in very high regard.
The second part of the deal was a solemn promise by the D.A.-"What would you like me to do, Al, put one hand on a Bible and swear to G.o.d?" she had asked in exasperation- that she would never leave the apartment unless he knew where she was going and why.
This meant that Unger-or somebody else from the squad-would either drive the D.A. or follow her in an unmarked car, whether she was riding in the doctor"s Caddy, or jogging along the Parkway on her thrice-weekly hour-long jaunts to keep her hips and thighs under control.
When the D.A. had called Al Unger to say that she was sorry, but she had to go to the Roundhouse and right now, he had naturally asked why, and she had told him.
"I didn"t hear Mariani"s name mentioned, boss."
"You think he should be there?"
"I think he ought to be asked."
If I don"t ask him, Eileen had decided, Eileen had decided, when he hears about it, Ralph will get his macho Italian ego bruised, and maybe decide Denny went behind his back. when he hears about it, Ralph will get his macho Italian ego bruised, and maybe decide Denny went behind his back.
"Okay. Ask him," she said. "I"ll be waiting downstairs in ten minutes."
Detective Unger had, en route to the apartment, made a radio call.
"DA-1 to C-1."
"Go."
"Can you tell the commissioner that DA-1 is en route to the Roundhouse, and would like him to be there if he has the time?"
There was a thirty-second delay, which Detective Unger had correctly presumed was how long it took to relay the message to the commissioner in the backseat and get a response.
"DA-1, the commissioner will be there in thirty minutes."
Commissioner Mariani nodded at Deputy Commissioner Coughlin and Chief of Detectives Lowenstein, and sat down in Coughlin"s chair, left vacant for him at the head of the table.
"I didn"t hear anything on the radio," he said. "What"s going on?"
"We"ve positively identified one of the doers in the Roy Rogers job," Coughlin said. "And have a pretty good idea who the other one is. He fits the description, he"s the other guy"s cousin, and he"s been in trouble with the doer before."
"Good. You could have told me that on the telephone. Who are they?"
"Two young guys from the Paschall Homes Housing Project, " Coughlin said. "You know, Seventy-second and Elm-wood in southwest Philly?"
Mariani nodded.
"Lawrence John Porter, twenty, the doer, the one we"ve been calling the "fat guy," and Ralph David Williams, nineteen, " Coughlin went on. "Neither has ever been in bad trouble before."
"How"d you find them?"
"Tony Harris went to Harrisburg. The State Police"ve got a new machine, and they could lift more points from the print than Candelle could here," Lowenstein said.
"Good points?"
"It wouldn"t matter if they were, Ralph," Eileen said.
"Excuse me?"
"A federal judge refused to admit fingerprints in a trial-a trial here-a couple of months back."
"I heard something about that."
"I"m not saying it"ll happen, but we do have judges here who like to make law by following federal precedent. If the prints are inadmissible, all you"ve got is witnesses. . . ."
"Something wrong with that, Eileen?"
"All the defense has to do is create reasonable doubt in the mind of one juror," she said. "And we all know the jury pool always contains a number of people who are simply unable to believe that any black kid ever did anything wrong."
"You"re not trying to tell me you think these two cop-killers are going to walk?"
"I"m trying to tell you, Ralph, that it"s a possibility, which will become a certainty if we make any mistakes from here on in."
"G.o.d d.a.m.n it!"
"That"s the bad news, Ralph," Coughlin said. "The good news might, I say might, be that we can find the murder weapon. . . . It"s a revolver and we have a bullet-"
"And can tie the weapon to either one of these two," Eileen interjected. "Credibly tie it to either one of them." tie it to either one of them."
"Or really get lucky, and once they"re arrested, they confess. They"re just a couple of young punks," Coughlin went on.
"Which any public defender six months out of law school will contend was obtained by mental duress . . ." Eileen said.
"Jesus," Lowenstein said.
". . . or worse. And I don"t think we can count on these two being defended by an incompetent from the Public Defender"s Office. This is Murder Two, and they will a.s.sign the best man they"ve got. Or, worse than that, some really competent defense lawyer will take it pro bono pro bono because this trial"s going to be all over the papers and TV." because this trial"s going to be all over the papers and TV."
"You"ve got their sheets?" Mariani asked.
Lowenstein shoved a folder across the conference table to him.
"There"s not much," he said. "A couple of shoplifting charges, car burglaries, that sort of thing."