"Nonsense," Boyd said, hunting for his coat with a doleful air. "Have you ever seen anybody with a loose upper lip?"
Malone, busy with his own coat, didn"t bother with a reply. He managed somehow to get Boyd downstairs and bundled into a cab. They headed for 69th Street. There he made several phone calls. The first, of course, was to Burris in Washington. After that he got the New York Police Commissioner on the wire and, finding that he needed still more authority, he called the mayor and then, by long-distance to Albany, the governor.
But by noon he had everything straightened out. He had a plan fully worked out in his mind, and he had the authority to go ahead with it.
Now, he could make his final call.
"They"re completely trustworthy," Burris had told him. "Not only that, but they have a clearance for this kind of special work--we"ve needed them before."
"Good," Malone said.
"Not only that," Burris told him. "They"re d.a.m.ned good men. Maybe among the best in their field."
So Malone made his last call, to the firm of Leibowitz and Hardin, Electronic Engineers.
Then he beckoned to Boyd.
"I don"t see what I"ve been sitting around here for, all this time,"
his partner complained. "I could have been home sleeping until you needed me."
"I need you now," Malone said. "I want you to take over part of this plan."
Boyd nodded sourly. "Oh, all right," he said.
"Here"s what I want," Malone said. "Every red 1972 Cadillac in the area is to be picked up for inspection. I don"t care why--make up a reason. A general traffic check. Anything you please. You can work that end of it out with the commissioner; he knows about it and he"s willing to go along."
"Great," Boyd said. "Do you have any idea how many cars there are in a city this size?"
"Well, we don"t want all of them," Malone said. "Only red 1972 Cadillacs."
"It"s still a lot," Boyd said.
"If there were only three," Malone said, "we wouldn"t have any problems."
"And wouldn"t that be nice?" Boyd said.
"Sure," Malone said, "but it isn"t true. Anyhow, I want every one of those cars checked for any oddity, no matter how small. If there"s an inch-long scratch on one fender, I want to know about it. If you"ve got to take the cars apart, then do that."
"Me?" Boyd said. "All by myself?"
"My G.o.d, no," Malone said. "Use your head. There"ll be a team working with you. Let me explain it. Every nut, every bolt, every inch of those cars has to be examined thoroughly--got it?"
"I"ve got it," Boyd said, "but I"m d.a.m.ned if I like it. After all, Malone--"
Malone ignored him. "The governor of New York"s promised his cooperation," he said, "and he said he"d get in touch with the governors of New Jersey and Connecticut and get cooperation from that angle. So we"ll have both state and local police working with us."
"That"s a help," Boyd said. "We"ll make such a happy team of workmen.
Singing as we pull the cars apart through the long day and night and--listen, Malone, when do you want reports on this?"
"Yesterday," Malone said.
Boyd"s eyebrows raised, then lowered. "Great," he said dully.
"I don"t care how you get the cars," Malone said. "If you"ve got to, condemn "em. But get every last one of them. And bring them over to Leibowitz and Hardin for a complete checkup. I"ll give you the address."
"Thanks," Boyd said.
"Not at all," Malone said. "Glad to be of help. And don"t worry; I"ll have other work to do." He paused, and then went on, "I talked to Dr.
Isaac Leibowitz--he"s the head of the firm out there--and he says--"
"Wait a minute," Boyd said. "What?"
"You mean I don"t have to take the cars apart myself? You mean this Leibowitz and Hardin, or whatever it is, will do it for me?"
"Of course," Malone said wearily. "You"re not an auto technician or an electronics man. You"re an agent of the FBI."
"I was beginning to wonder," Boyd said. "After all."
"Anyhow," Malone said doggedly, "I talked to Leibowitz, and he says he can give a car a complete check in about six hours, normally."
"Six hours?" Boyd stared. "That"s going to take forever," he said.
"Well, he can set up a kind of a.s.sembly-line process and turn out a car every fifteen minutes. Any better?"
Boyd nodded.
"Good," Malone said. "There can"t be so many 1972 red Cadillacs in the area that we can"t get through them all at that speed." He thought a minute and then added, "By the way, you might check with the Cadillac dealers around town, and find out just how many have been sold to people living in the area."
"And while I"m doing all that," Boyd said, "what are you going to be doing?"
Malone looked at him and sighed. "I"ll worry about that," he said.
"Just get started."
"Suppose Leibowitz can"t find anything?" Boyd said.
"If Leibowitz can"t find it, it"s not there," Malone said. "He can find electronic devices anywhere in any car made, he says--even if they"re printed circuits hidden under the paint job."
"Pretty good," Boyd said. "But suppose he doesn"t?"
"Then they aren"t there," Malone said, "and we"ll have to think of something else." He considered that. It sounded fine. Only he wished he knew what else there was to think of.
Well, that was just pessimism. Leibowitz would find something, and the case would be over, and he could go back to Washington and rest. In August he was going to have his vacation anyway, and August wasn"t very far away.
Malone put a smile carefully on his face and told Boyd, "Get going."
He slammed his hat on his head.
Wincing, he took it off and replaced it gently. The bottle of pills was still in his pocket, but he wasn"t due for another one just yet.
He had time to go over to the precinct station in the West Eighties first. He headed outside to get another taxi.