"I"m not pushing you, Hay-zus," Wohl said. "You"ve only been out there a couple of weeks. I don"t think anybody expected you to learn very much in that short a time."
"Yes, sir," Jesus said, then blurted: "I think I figured out how I would get drugs, or for that matter anything else, out of there."
"How?"
"For little packages, anyway. c.o.ke. Heroin. Are they still trying to smuggle diamonds, jewels, into this country?"
I really don"t know, Wohl thought. Wohl thought. That"s the first time jewelry has come up. That"s the first time jewelry has come up.
"All the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs mentioned was drugs," Wohl said. "You think someone is smuggling diamonds, gemstones, through the airport?"
"The way it works, on international flights, is that the plane lands and comes up to the terminal. The baggage handlers come out, they open doors in the bottom of the airplane. On the big airplanes, one guy, maybe two guys, actually get in the baggage compartment. n.o.body can see them from the ground. If they knew which suitcase had the stuff, they could open it, take out a small package, packages, conceal it on their person, and then send the luggage onto the conveyor belt over to the customs area."
"Hay-zus," Wohl said. "I want to show you something."
He got up and walked to his desk, unlocked a drawer and took out a vinyl-covered loose-leaf notebook. On it was stamped:
BUREAU OF NARCOTICS AND DANGEROUS.
DRUGS.
Investigator"s Manual FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY.
Martinez looked at the cover, then opened the manual and flipped through it, and then looked at Wohl for an explanation.
"They sent that over, they thought it would be helpful."
Martinez nodded.
"I took a look at it," Wohl said. "They refer to what you just described as a common means of smuggling."
"I guess it is," Martinez said. "I didn"t exactly feel like Sherlock Holmes."
"Maybe not Sherlock Holmes," Wohl said. "But maybe d.i.c.k Tracy. It didn"t take you long to figure that out."
That was intended, too, to put Martinez at ease. This time, Wohl saw in Martinez"s face, it worked.
"When you leave, take this with you. I don"t think I have to tell you not to let anybody see it."
"Yeah," Martinez said. "Thank you."
"Okay. So tell me what you"ve figured out about how someone, a baggage handler, or anyone else, would get a small package out of the airport."
"Well, there"s all sorts of people keeping an eye on the baggage handlers. The airline has their security people. Customs is there, and the drug guys, and, of course, our guys. When the baggage handlers come to work, they change into uniforms, coveralls, or whatever, in their locker room. They change back into their regular clothes when they leave work. They have spot checks, they actually search them. What they"re looking for is stuff they might have stolen, tools, stuff like that, but if the airlines security people should find a small package, they would d.a.m.ned sure know what it was."
"Unless they were part of the system," Wohl said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, but they"re subject to the same sort of spot checks when they they leave, and also, I think, when they"re working. I thought about that. What they leave, and also, I think, when they"re working. I thought about that. What they could could do, once one of the baggage handlers had this stuff, is take it from them, and then move into the terminal and pa.s.s it to somebody, a pa.s.senger, for example. Once they got it into the terminal, that wouldn"t be hard." do, once one of the baggage handlers had this stuff, is take it from them, and then move into the terminal and pa.s.s it to somebody, a pa.s.senger, for example. Once they got it into the terminal, that wouldn"t be hard."
"You think that"s the way it"s being done?"
Martinez did not reply directly.
"Another way it could be done, which would not involve the airlines security people, I mean, them being in on it, would be to put the package in another piece of luggage, one being either unloaded off, or being put on, a domestic flight. They don"t search domestic luggage."
"But they do have drug-sniffing dogs working domestic luggage. "
"Not every place," Martinez argued. "Like for example, Allentown-Bethlehem-Easton. Or Harrisburg."
"Yeah," Wohl agreed.
"The risk the baggage handlers would run would be getting caught with this stuff before they could get rid of it. Which means they would have to know when the plane with the drugs was arriving, and when the plane for, say, Allentown was leaving. And then they would have to arrange it so they worked that plane too."
"How do you think it"s being done? Or do you think it"s being done?"
"It"s being done, all right," Martinez said. "And I think we have a dirty cop involved in it."
"How?" Wohl asked.
"n.o.body searches the cops. And n.o.body, except maybe the sergeant, or one of the lieutenants, asks a cop what he"s doing. He"s got keys to get onto the ramp, and keys to open the doors leading off the ramp onto the conveyors and into the terminal. I went onto the ramp and watched them unload arriving international airplanes, and n.o.body said beans to me. I could have been handed, say, three-, four-, even five-kilo bags of c.o.ke or heroin, and just walked away with it."
"Five kilos is ten, eleven pounds," Wohl said thoughtfully.
"Worth twenty, twenty-five thousand a K," Martinez said.
"How would you have gotten it out of the airport?"
"Pa.s.sed it to somebody in the terminal. Put it in a locker, and pa.s.sed the key to somebody. Or just put it in my car."
"Let me throw this at you," Wohl said. "Add this to the equation. I had a long talk with a BNDD agent. I got him to tell me something his boss didn"t happen to mention. There have been two incidents of unclaimed luggage. Both about five weeks ago. Each piece had four Ks of heroin. That"s why they"re so sure it"s coming into Philadelphia."
"The luggage is marked in some way, a name tag, probably with a phony name. If the baggage handler gets to take the stuff out of the bag, he also removes the tag. When the mule gets to the carousel, and sees his baggage, and the tag is still on it, he just doesn"t pick it up."
He didn"t think about that before replying, Wohl thought. Wohl thought. He"d already figured that out as a possibility. He"s as smart as a whip. He"d already figured that out as a possibility. He"s as smart as a whip.
"That means giving up four Ks, a hundred thousand dollars worth of drugs."
"The cost of doing business," Martinez replied.
"I don"t suppose you have any idea which cop is dirty?" Wohl asked.
"No," Martinez said.
That was too quick, Wohl thought. Wohl thought.
"I"m not asking for an accusation," Wohl said. "Just a suspicion, a gut feeling. And nothing leaves this room."
"Nothing yet," Martinez said.
That was not the truth. The moment Jesus Martinez had laid eyes on Corporal Vito Lanza, he had had the feeling that something was not right about him. But you don"t accuse a brother officer, or even admit you have suspicions about him, unless you have more to go on than the fact that he gambles big money in Las Vegas, and dresses and behaves like a Guinea gangster.
Wohl suspected that Martinez was concealing something from him, but realized he could not press him any more than he had.
One of the telephones in his bedroom rang. Wohl could tell by the sound of the ring that it was his personal, rather than his official, telephone.
That makes it fairly certain, he thought as he turned toward the bedroom, he thought as he turned toward the bedroom, that I am not to be informed that one of my stalwart Highway Patrolmen has just run though a red light into a station wagon full of nuns. that I am not to be informed that one of my stalwart Highway Patrolmen has just run though a red light into a station wagon full of nuns.
He had used that for instance as the criteria for telephoning him at his home on weekends. Any catastrophe of less monumental proportions, he had ordered, should be referred to either Captain Michael Sabara, his deputy, or to Captain David Pekach, commanding officer of the Highway Patrol, for appropriate action.
"Excuse me," Wohl said, and went into his bedroom.
The fact that this is on my personal line, he thought as he sat down on his bed and reached for the telephone, he thought as he sat down on his bed and reached for the telephone, does not mean that I am not about to hear something I do not wish to hear, such as Mother reminding me that I have not been to Sunday dinner in a month, so how about tomorrow? does not mean that I am not about to hear something I do not wish to hear, such as Mother reminding me that I have not been to Sunday dinner in a month, so how about tomorrow?
"h.e.l.lo?"
"From that tone of voice," his caller said, "what I think I should do is just hang up, but I hate it when people do that to me."
"h.e.l.lo, Matt," Wohl said, smiling. "What"s up?"
"I was wondering how welcome I would be if I drove over there."
Not at all welcome, with Martinez here. And from the tone of your voice, Detective Payne, I think the smartest thing I could do is tell you, "Sorry, I was just walking out the door."
"You would be very welcome. As a matter of fact, I was thinking of calling you. I am about to polish the Jaguar and I hate to do that alone. A weak mind and a strong back is just what I need."
"I"ll be there in half an hour. Thank you," Detective Payne said, and hung up.
It is possible, Wohl thought, Wohl thought, that Matt is coming over here simply that Matt is coming over here simply as a friend. The reason he sounds so insecure is that he"s not sure of the tribal rites. Can a lowly detective and an exalted staff inspector be friends? The answer is sure, but he doesn"t know that. And the truth of the matter is, I was glad to hear his voice and I miss him around the office. as a friend. The reason he sounds so insecure is that he"s not sure of the tribal rites. Can a lowly detective and an exalted staff inspector be friends? The answer is sure, but he doesn"t know that. And the truth of the matter is, I was glad to hear his voice and I miss him around the office.
But clever detective that I am, I don"t think that a social visit is all he has in mind. His tone of voice and the "thank you" is not consistent with that.
Is he in trouble? Nothing serious, or I would have heard about it. And if he was in a jam, wouldn"t he go first to Denny Coughlin?
There is a distinct possibility, now that I think about it, that Detective Payne has, now that he"s been leading the exciting, romantic life of a real-life detective in the famous East Detective Division for two months, decided that law enforcement is not how he really wants to spend the rest of his life. Unless things have changed a h.e.l.l of a lot, he has spent his time on recovered stolen vehicles, with maybe a few good burglary of autos thrown in for good measure.
If he did decide to quit, he would feel some sort of an obligation to tell me. That would be consistent with his polite asking if he could come over, and then saying "thank you."
So what will I do? Tell him to hang in there, things will get better? Or jump on the wise elders bandwagon with his father and Denny Coughlin, and tell him to go to law school?
The telephone rang again.
"A Highway car ran the light at Broad and Olney, broadsided a station wagon full of nuns, and knocked it into a bus carrying the Philadelphia Rabbinical Council," his caller announced without any opening salutation.
Wohl chuckled. "Good morning, Captain Pekach," he said. "You better be kidding."
"Am I interrupting anything, boss?"
"No. What"s up, Dave?"
"It"s a beautiful day. Martha"s got some shrimp and steaks and we"re going to barbecue lunch. Mike and his wife are coming, and I thought maybe you"d be free?"
Is he inviting me because he likes me, or because I am the boss? Why the h.e.l.l are you so cynical? Dave is a good guy, and you like Martha. And they are friends. He is not sucking up to the boss.
Your cynicism just might have something to do with last night. When are you going to learn, Peter Wohl, that blond hair and splendid b.o.o.bs do not a nice lady make?
"I"ve got somebody coming over, Dave."
"Bring her, the more the merrier."
"It"s a him. Specifically, Matt Payne."
"I thought maybe he"d be in touch . . ."
What the h.e.l.l does that mean?
" . . . so bring him too. Martha likes him, and we"ve got plenty."
"I don"t know what his plans are, but I"ll be there. Thank you, Dave. When?"
"Noon. Anytime around there."
"Can I bring anything?"
"Nothing but an appet.i.te."
Wohl walked back to his living room, where Martinez was reading the BNDD Investigator"s Manual.
"That was Matt Payne," Wohl said. "The first call."
"How"s he doing?"
"I understand he"s become the East Detectives" specialist on recovered stolen cars," Wohl said, and then added: "He"s coming over here."
Martinez closed the BNDD notebook and stood up.
"Then I better get going, huh?"
"I don"t think it would be a good idea if he saw you here."
Martinez held up the notebook.
"How soon do you want this back?"
"Whenever you"re finished with it. Take your time."