All it did was make him feel hungry.
And I don"t want to be s.h.i.t-faced if Wohl summons me to single-handedly place into custody our lunatic. Or more likely, orders me to play taxi driver to Mr. Larkin again.
What I will do is grab a shower, change clothes, call in and say I"m going to supper, and then go either to the Rittenhouse Club or the Ribs Place and have my supper, not washing anything down with wine or anything else.
He was vaguely aware, as he showered, of a noise that could very possibly be the sound of his doorbell, but he wasn"t sure, and he wasn"t concerned. It could not be Evelyn. There was no way she could have made it into Center City from Upper Darby that quickly. And if Wohl or anybody else at Special Operations wanted him, they would have phoned. It could be Charley McFadden, or Jack Matthews, but in that happenstance, f.u.c.k "em, let "em wait.
When he turned the shower off, there was no longer a question whether the doorbell was being run. Whoever was pushing it was playing "Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits" on it.
Still dripping, Matt wrapped a towel around his waist and headed for the solenoid b.u.t.ton. The doorbell musician played another verse of "Shave and a Haircut" before he got to the b.u.t.ton.
"Keep your G.o.dd.a.m.ned pants on!" he called as he looked down the stairwell.
The door opened. Penny came in.
"Tired of me so soon, are you?"
"Jesus! Penny, this is a very bad time."
She stopped halfway up the stairs. She saw that he was dressed in a towel.
"Am I interrupting anything?" she asked, and Matt did not like either her tone of voice or the kicked puppy look in her eyes.
"Come on in," he said. "There"s always room for one more in an orgy."
"Is someone with you, Matt?" Penny asked, quite seriously.
"h.e.l.l, no. Come on in. You caught me in the shower."
Her face changed. The smile came back on her face and into her voice.
"I knew you were here, the guard told me," she said.
Jesus, she looks good!
"Make yourself at home," Matt said. "Let me get some clothes on."
She was by then at the head of the stairs.
"You called," she said. "And said that if I came into Center City, we could go to the movies."
"Did I?"
"And Daddy, over Mommy"s objections, said he thought it would be all right, if I came home right after the movie, if I drove myself."
He looked at her. Their eyes met.
"Are you sore, Matt?" Penny asked softly.
"No, of course not," he said.
And then somehow, his arms went around her, and her face was on his chest, and he could feel her breath and smell her hair.
"I was sort of hoping you"d do that," she said, and then pushed him away. "For G.o.d"s sake!" she said furiously. "Don"t you dry yourself when you get out of your shower? I"m soaked!"
"Sorry," he said.
"Big date tonight?" Penny asked.
"I"m on call," he said.
"Which means?"
"Just what it sounds like. I have to make myself available. They"ll probably call me before long."
"Oh."
"I was just about to go out and get something to eat. Ribs, I thought. Sound interesting?"
"How hungry are you?"
"What?"
"You said they were probably going to call you before long."
"I don"t know what the h.e.l.l you"re talking about."
"Think about it, Matthew," Penny said, and then, a naughty look in her eyes, she put her hand to the towel around his waist and s.n.a.t.c.hed it away.
"Jesus!" he said.
"You ever hear of first things first?" she said.
A very large man of about thirty-five who had been sitting with what the General Services Administration called a Chair, Metal, Executive, w/arms FSN 453 232234900 tilted as far back as it would go, and with his feet on what the GSA called a Desk, Metal, Office, w/six drawers, FSN 453 232291330, moved with surprisingly speed and grace when one of the three telephones on the desk rang, s.n.a.t.c.hing the handset from the cradle before the second ring.
"Six Seven Three Nineteen Nineteen," he said.
"Mr. Larkin, please," the caller said.
"May I ask who"s calling?" the large man said, then covered the microphone with his large hand. "For you, sir," he called.
Across the room, H. Charles Larkin, who had been lying, in fact half dozing, on what the GSA called a Couch, Office, Upholstered, w/three cushions, FSN 453 232291009, pushed himself to an erect position. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was 6:52.
"My name is Young, I"m the Criminal A-SAC, FBI, for Philadelphia. "
"Young, FBI," the large man said, and took his hand off the microphone. "One moment, please, Mr. Young."
Larkin walked to the desk, grunting, his hand on the small of his back.
I"m getting old, he thought. Too old for that G.o.dd.a.m.ned couch. Too old for that G.o.dd.a.m.ned couch.
He took the phone from the large man.
"h.e.l.lo, Frank."
"Charley, we have a name," Young said. "Matthews just called. That property is owned by Richard W. and Marianne Wheatley, husband and wife."
"Spell it, please," Larkin said, s.n.a.t.c.hing a ballpoint pen extended in the hand of the large man.
"What about an address?" Larkin asked when he had written the name down.
"No. Just the address of the property."
"d.a.m.n!"
"And we"ve checked the Philadelphia area, plus Camden and Wilmington phone books. No Richard W. Wheatley."
"Maybe the Philadelphia cops can help," Larkin said. "Let me get back to you, Frank. Where are you?"
"I"m in the office about to go home. Let me give you that number. I"ve told our night guy what"s going on."
Larkin wrote down Young"s home phone number, and repeated, "Let me get back to you, Frank. And thank you."
He hung up, and turned to the large man.
"Get on the phone to Washington. Have them send somebody over to the Pentagon. Tell them that Richard W. and Marianne might be parents" names. Tell them to get me anything with Wheatley."
"You don"t think the FBI will be on that?"
"I think they will, but I don"t know they will," Larkin said sharply. "Just do it."
He took out his notebook, found Peter Wohl"s home telephone number, and dialed it.
Detective Matthew M. Payne thought that one of the great erotic sights in the world had to be a blonde wearing a man"s white shirt, and nothing else, especially when, whenever she leaned forward to help herself to the contents of one of the goldfish boxes from the Chinese Take-out, it fell away from her body and he could see an absolutely perfect breastworks.
"Here," Penny said, putting an egg roll in his mouth. "This is the last one. You can have one bite."
"Your generosity overwhelms me," Matt said.
"I try to please."
"Are you going to tell my sister that you came here and seduced me?"
"Meaning what?"
"You told her what happened in the Poconos."
"She"s my shrink," Penny said. "She said I seemed very happy, and wanted to know why, so I told her. I didn"t think she"d tell you!"
"She is convinced that I"m taking advantage of you."
"I can"t imagine where she got that idea."
"She was pretty G.o.dd.a.m.ned mad," Matt said.
"I"m pretty G.o.dd.a.m.ned mad that she told you I told her."
"She"s afraid that . . . that this won"t be good for you."
"That"s my problem, not hers. How did we get on this subject?"
"Penny, the last thing I want to do is hurt you."
"Relax. I"m making no demands on you. But that does raise the question I"ve had in the back of my mind."
"Which is?"
"Have you got someone?"
"No," he said.
"I didn"t think so," Penny said. "Otherwise you would have taken her to the Poconos."
She looked at him, and she was close enough to kiss, and he did so, tenderly.
The phone rang.
"d.a.m.n!" Penny said.
Please G.o.d, don"t let that be Evelyn!
"Payne," Matt said to the telephone.
"We have a name," Peter Wohl said, without any preliminaries. "Just a name. Do you know where Tiny Lewis lives?"
"Yes, sir."
"Go pick him up, he"ll be waiting, and then come to Chief Lowenstein"s office in the Roundhouse."
"Yes, sir."
Wohl hung up.
Matt put the telephone down.
"I"ve been called."
"So I gathered."