"You"re saying, I"m going to need the cuffs?"
McFadden nodded.
"She"s pa.s.sed out. But if she wakes up in the car, I think you"d be better off if she was cuffed."
"G.o.d!"
"Dailey!" McFadden called.
The turnkey, a tired-looking uniform who looked to be about fifty, came up to them.
"Pete Dailey, Matt Payne," McFadden made the introductions. The two men shook hands, but neither said a word.
"Open it up, please, Pete," McFadden said.
The turnkey unlocked the cell, slid the barred door open, and then walked away.
Penny Detweiler did not stir.
Charley went into the cell. Matt followed him. Charley looked at Matt, then put out his hand for the handcuffs. When Matt gave them to him, he pulled Penny"s wrists behind her, and put the cuffs on her wrists.
The smell in the cell was foul. Matt wondered if he was going to further embarra.s.s himself by being sick. And then he realized that the smell was coming from Penny.
She had lost control of her bowels, and probably her bladder as well.
The proper word for that, Detective Payne thought, Detective Payne thought, is "incontinent. " is "incontinent. "
And then he was swept by nausea, and barely made it to the lid-less toilet in the corner of the cell in time.
After a moment, as he became aware that he was soaked in a clammy sweat, he heard Charley ask, "You okay, buddy?"
"Yeah," Matt said, and forced himself to his feet.
He went to the bunk, and the two men pulled Penny erect. She was limp, and surprisingly heavy.
Jesus, she stinks!
They half carried, half dragged her from the detention cell area to the desk.
Officer Peter Dailey appeared with a newspaper.
"What are you driving?" he asked.
"A blue unmarked Ford," Matt said.
Officer Dailey preceded them out of the building and to the car, where he opened the rear door and spread the newspaper over the seat.
"I"ll take her shoulders," Charley McFadden said. "You take her feet."
McFadden backed into the rear seat, dragging Penny after him, and then exited the car by the other door.
He came around the back as Matt was closing the opposite door.
"You going to be able to handle her?" Charley asked.
"Yeah," Matt said.
What the h.e.l.l am I going to do with her? I can"t take her home in this condition. And I can"t take her to the apartment. What would I do with her when I have to go to work?
"I can get off to go with you."
"Charley, what you can do is call my sister. She"s not in the book. The number is 928-5923. Call her and tell her I"m on my way."
"Nine Two Eight, Five Nine Two Three," Charley repeated, setting the number in his memory. "Do I tell her why?"
"Tell her I need some help," Matt said. "Tell her to come down into the lobby and wait for me."
"I can go with you, buddy."
"I can handle it," Matt said. "Thank you, Charley."
"Forget it," McFadden said, and touched Matt"s arm gently. "I"m sorry, Matt."
Matt walked around the front of the Ford and got behind the wheel.
He had not gone more than four blocks south on North Broad Street before there was the sound of retching and the smell of vomitus was added to the smell of feces and urine.
He rolled down his window so that he would not be sick again.
Amelia Payne, M.D., fully dressed, came out of the plate-gla.s.s doors leading to the lobby of 2601 Parkway as Matt pulled up.
He got out of the car.
"Where is she, in the back?"
Did Charley tell her what happened? Or did she figure that out herself?
"Yes. She"s in pretty bad shape."
"What did she take, do you know? She may have overdosed. You should have taken her to University Hospital."
"I think she"s just drunk," Matt said. "I don"t know. Can you tell?"
"Just drunk? How fortunate for you," Amy said.
She pulled open the rear door and climbed in. Matt saw the bright light of a flashlight, and when he looked, saw that Amy had pushed Penny"s eyes open and was shining the light into her eyes. Then she slapped her, twice, three times.
"What have you taken?" Matt heard Amy ask, several times, but could not hear a reply, if there was one.
Amy backed out of the car.
"Let"s get her upstairs," she said. "Can you manage? Should I get the doorman?"
"Just make sure the doors are open," Matt said.
He reached in the car and pulled Penny out, bent and threw her over his shoulder in the fireman"s carry, and carried her into the lobby and into the elevator.
Amy followed him in and pushed the b.u.t.ton. The door closed and the elevator began to rise. Amy turned to face him.
"You sonofab.i.t.c.h, I told you this was liable to happen!" she said bitterly.
"I don"t know what happened. She came to the apartment, we had Chinese, and then I went to work."
"I"ll tell you what happened. One of your harem showed up at your apartment. Penny called me about nine-thirty."
He didn"t reply.
"G.o.d d.a.m.n d.a.m.n you, Matt," Amy said as the elevator door opened at her floor. She walked off the elevator and down the corridor and by the time Matt got there had the door open. you, Matt," Amy said as the elevator door opened at her floor. She walked off the elevator and down the corridor and by the time Matt got there had the door open.
"Take her in the bathroom," Amy ordered, and led the way.
She turned on the bathtub faucets, then turned to Matt.
"We"re going to have to get those things off her wrists and undress her," Amy said. "How we"re going to do that in here, I don"t know. Can you lower her to the floor?"
"I can try," Matt said.
He dropped to his knees, and then Amy turned from the tub and helped him lower Penny to the tiles of the bathroom floor. He unlocked the handcuffs.
"Help me undress her," Amy said, and then when she saw the look on his face: "Don"t look shocked, dammit, you"ve seen her naked before. And it"s your fault she"s like this."
Amy, somewhere in the process, disappeared for a moment and returned with a roll of paper towels, with which she cleaned up most of the mess around Penny"s groin. Then Matt lowered Penny into the tub, and Amy finished the cleaning process.
Penny made noises, not quite groans, but much like them, but was not fully conscious. Once, she slipped down in the tub and Amy ordered Matt to slide her back up.
Finally, rather coldly, Matt thought, Amy turned on the shower, and as the water drained, she used it to rinse Penny off, as a hose might be used to clear a sidewalk.
"Get her out of there," she said, finally. "Be careful. She"s slippery. "
Matt got Penny out of the tub and held her up by locking his hands under her arms and b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Amy made a halfhearted effort to dry her with a towel, then bent and picked up her feet, and they carried her into Amy"s spare bedroom and put her between the sheets.
"For what the h.e.l.l it"s worth," Matt said. "I"m sorry."
"So am I," Amy said. "And for what the h.e.l.l it"s worth, it just occurred to me that if you were not a cop, this would probably be more of a disaster than it is."
"What happens now?"
"You get out of here. I call the Detweilers, who probably need a padded cell themselves by now, and tell them Penny is here with me. What happens in the morning, G.o.d knows."
"From what I understand, the Narcs got her before she could buy any drugs," Matt said.
"You sound as if you actually care," Amy said.
"f.u.c.k you, Amy! G.o.d d.a.m.n you! Of course I care."
"Get out of here, Matt," Amy said.
When he got back to the underground garage at his apartment, Matt took the newspaper from the back seat. They had protected the upholstery from Penny"s incontinence, but when she had vomited, that had gone onto the floor carpet, where there were no newspapers.
He went up to his apartment and returned with Lysol and everything else in the under the sink cabinet he thought might be helpful in cleaning the carpet and getting rid of the smell.
It still smelled like vomitus, so he went back to the apartment and got the bottle of Lime after-shave Amy had given him for Christmas and sprinkled all that was left over the interior of the car.
It was three when he climbed the stairs for the last time.
The f.u.c.king smell has followed me up here!
He then realized that his suit was soiled, probably ruined.
Can you get that s.h.i.t, accurate word, s.h.i.t, out of suiting material?
He took his clothing off, down to his skin, put on a bathrobe, and then carried the suit, the shirt, the necktie, and the underwear down to the bas.e.m.e.nt and jammed it into one of the commercial garbage cans.
Then he went back to his apartment and showered and shaved and waited for it to grow light by watching television. He fell asleep in his armchair at four-thirty. At five-thirty, the alarm went off.
At ten minutes to six, as Peter Wohl was measuring coffee grounds into the basket of his machine, his out-of-tune "Be It Ever So Humble" door chimes sounded.
He went quickly through the door, wondering who the h.e.l.l it could be. Usually, a telephone call preceded an early morning call.
Unless, of course, it"s my father, who, I suspect, really hopes to catch me with some lovely in here.
It was Captain Richard Olsen, of Internal Affairs.
"Good morning, Swede," Wohl said. "What gets you out of bed at this hour?"
"I need to talk to you, and I didn"t want it to be over the phone."
Olsen wouldn"t do this unless he thought it was necessary.
"Come on in. I"m just making coffee."
"It"s been a long time since I"ve been here. I remember the couch. What was her name?"
"What was whose name?"
"That interior decorator. You really had the hots for her."
"I forget," Wohl said.