The Assassin

Chapter 68

"The h.e.l.l you do," Olsen chuckled.

"You had breakfast?"

"No. But that doesn"t mean you have to feed me."

"There"s bacon and eggs. That all right?"

"Fine. Can I help?"

"You can make bacon and eggs while I get dressed," Wohl said. "And I"ll finish the coffee."

"Lanza is dirty," Olsen said. "Or it G.o.dd.a.m.ned well looks that way."

"I hope it won"t require action between seven and nine this morning," Wohl said.

"No."

"Good, then I can get dressed," Wohl said, and went into his bedroom.

When he came out, he said, "What I really am curious about is why you couldn"t have told me that on the phone?"

"We have a wiretap of questionable legality," Olsen said.

"How questionable?"

"Absolutely illegal," Olsen said.

"Oh, s.h.i.t," Wohl said. "And it was found? Are you in trouble, Swede?"

"The tap is gone, and we were not caught."

"Who"s we? You knew about this?"

"No, of course not. Can I start at the beginning?"

"The bacon"s burning," Wohl said.

Olsen quickly took the pan off the burner and quickly forked bacon strips out of it.

"Well done, not destroyed," he said.

"Thank G.o.d for small blessings," Wohl said. "I"ll "I"ll make the eggs. Can you handle the toaster?" make the eggs. Can you handle the toaster?"

"I don"t know. I used to think I could fry bacon without a problem. "

"Give it a try. Tell me about the tap."

"You remember I told you about Sergeant Framm and Detective Pillare losing Lanza at the airport, and your man Payne saving their a.s.s?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, well, Framm was humiliated by that. So he thought he"d make up for it by being Super Cop. He tapped the Schermer woman "s line."

"How did you find out?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah, I think I better know."

"He told me," Olsen said.

"Oh, Jesus! Now I"m sorry I asked."

"He means well, Peter. I think he just watches too many cop shows on the TV. They They don"t have to get a warrant for a tap." don"t have to get a warrant for a tap."

"We do. I hope you told him that."

"What do you think?"

"Not that we could use it, but what did he hear?"

"They tailed Lanza from the airport when he went off tour at midnight. He went to the Schermer woman"s apartment. At quarter to one, he was visited by Mr. Ricco Baltazari. . . ."

"The Ristorante Alfredo Ricco Baltazari?"

"One and the same. He stayed about ten minutes. While he was there, a male, almost certainly Baltazari, called somebody, no name, but Organized Crime told me the number is the unlisted number of Mr. Gian-Carlo Rosselli."

"You didn"t tell Organized Crime why you wanted to know, I hope?"

"No. Just asked if they had a name to go with the number."

Olsen took a notebook from his pocket, and opened it.

"Ricco told the no-name guy he was with quote, our friend, end quote, and that the friend, quote, wants to know what he should do with the basket of fruit, unquote."

"Swede, did you listen to the tape?"

"What tape?"

"Is that how you"re going to play it?"

Olsen shrugged helplessly.

"Was there a reply?" Wohl asked.

"No name replied, quote, Ask him if he could take it home, and we"ll arrange to pick it up there, unquote. Then Ricco replied, quote, He says that"s fine, unquote."

Wohl grunted.

"That"s all?"

"Two more lines: Unnamed, quote, Okay. And everything else is fine too, right? unquote, to which Ricco replies, quote, Everything else is fine too, unquote."

"Being the clever detective that I am, I don"t think the basket of fruit is oranges and grapefruit and things of that nature," Wohl said. "Drugs?"

"What else?" Olsen said. "Rosselli is a heavy hitter."

"Lanza is going to somehow get his hands on this "fruit basket" at the airport, get it away from the airport, and take it home. Where Rosselli will arrange to have it picked up, right?"

"That"s how I see it, Peter."

"G.o.d, I"d like to bag Rosselli and Baltazari picking it up," Wohl said.

"Maybe we can," Olsen said.

"Don"t hold your breath," Wohl said. "They"ll send some punk. They don"t take risks."

"Maybe we"ll get lucky," Olsen said.

"I have the feeling this will happen tonight," Olsen said.

"Then get Sergeant Whatsisname off the job."

"Framm. He"s gone. I have a suggestion, or maybe I"m asking for a favor . . ."

"Either way, what?"

"Sergeant O"Dowd. Can I have him?"

"Sure," Wohl replied after a just perceptible hesitation. "Can I make a suggestion?"

"Of course."

"Have somebody, preferably two men, on both Lanza"s house and the girlfriend"s apartment, from right now until whatever happens with the fruit basket happens."

"That may take two or three days, longer."

"So what? I don"t want this to go wrong. Maybe we can can catch Rosselli or Baltazari too." catch Rosselli or Baltazari too."

"I don"t suppose there"s anybody else you could let me have?"

"Not until we catch this fruitcake who wants to disintegrate the Vice President."

"How"s that going?"

"At eight o"clock, we may or may not take a couple of doors behind which he may or may not be hiding. Not well, in other words."

"I"ll handle the Lanza thing myself if it comes down to that. If I haven"t forgotten how to surveil somebody."

"I"ll send Tony Harris down to you. I"ll have him call you. You tell him when and where. I really would like to put one of these Mafiosos in the slam with our dirty cop."

"Thank you," Olsen said.

"I didn"t hear anything you said about an illegal tap, Swede. The bacon was burning or something."

"Thank you, Peter."

TWENTY-EIGHT.

At 7:25 A.M., as they sat in a nearly new Ford sedan in the 1100 block of Farragut Street, a very large, expensively tailored police officer turned to a somewhat smaller, but equally expensively tailored police officer and smiled.

"You are really quite dapper this morning, Matthew, my boy," Sergeant Jason Washington said approvingly. "I like that suit. Tripler? "

"Brooks Brothers. Just following orders. Sergeant: You told me to dress like a lawyer."

"And so you have. But despite looking like one of the more successful legal counsel to the Mafioso, somehow I suspect that all is not perfect in your world. Is there anything I can do?"

"Things are not, as a matter of fact, getting better and better, every day, in every way," Matt said.

"My question, Matthew, my boy, was, "Is there anything I can do?" "

"I wish there were," Matt said.

"Try me," Washington said. "What is the precise nature of your problem? An affaire de coeur affaire de coeur, perhaps?"

"A couple of undercover guys from Narcotics arrested Penny Detweiler last night, as she was cruising in the vicinity of Susquehanna and Bouvier."

The joking tone was gone from Washington"s voice when he replied, replaced with genuine concern.

"d.a.m.n! I"m sorry to hear that. I"d hoped that-what was that place they sent her? In Nevada?-would help her."

"The Lindens. Apparently the fix didn"t take."

"What have they charged her with?"

"Nothing. They picked her up for drunk driving before she was able to make her connection. She gave them my name. They couldn"t find me, but they knew that Charley McFadden and I are close, so they took her to Northwest Detectives, and he got them to turn her loose to me."

"Aside from trying to make a buy, there is no other reason I can think of that she would be in that area," Washington said.

"No, there"s not. She was trying to make a buy. And according to McFadden, if the undercover guys hadn"t taken her in, she"d probably have had her throat cut."

"If she was lucky," Washington said. "I"m sorry, Matt. That slipped out. But McFadden is right. Where is she now?"

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