The Investigators

Chapter 12

"Yes, sir."

"It seems to me the first thing we need is the tapes. How are they coming?"

"Slowly and painfully."

Weisbach chuckled.

"Captain Sabara said you were working on them late last night."



"Yes, sir."

"How would you like some more overtime, Detective Payne?"

"I"m very much afraid the inspector means tonight," Matt said.

"Other plans, Matt? Unbreakable?"

"No, sir. I can go out there. But, Inspector, I can"t finish them tonight."

"Maybe we can come up with something tomorrow. Get you some help. But the more I could have before the meeting tomorrow, the better."

"Yes, sir. I"ll go out there and do what I can."

"I appreciate it, Matt. Maybe I can make it up to you."

"I"ll do what I can, sir."

"Thank you, Matt. See you in the morning."

"Yes, sir."

Matt put the telephone back in its cradle.

"s.h.i.t!" he said.

His doorbell sounded.

"Now what?"

He had an intercom, but it was less trouble to go down the stairs and open the door than to use it, and he did so.

The two men he had seen in the lobby were standing there.

"Matthew Payne?" the taller one said.

Matt nodded.

"I"m Special Agent Jernigan of the FBI, and this is Special Agent Leibowitz." He showed Matt his identification, then went on: "We"d like to talk to you. May we come in?"

"Talk to me about what?"

"May we come in?"

"Talk to me about what?" Matt repeated.

"If you don"t mind, Mr. Payne, we"ll ask the questions," Special Agent Jernigan said.

"What is this, some sort of a joke?" Matt asked, aware that his temper was simmering just below the surface.

"I a.s.sure you, this is not a joke."

"Ask your questions," Matt said.

"Is Miss Susan Reynolds in your apartment?"

"I don"t see how that"s any of your business, but no, she"s not."

"We"ll decide what"s our business, if you don"t mind."

"And I will decide whether or not I"ll answer your questions, if you don"t mind."

"You understand, of course, Mr. Payne, that interfering with a federal investigation is a crime?"

"I heard that somewhere. But I also heard that declining to answer questions is not considered interfering with an investigation. I think they call that the Fifth Amendment."

"We understand, Mr. Payne," Agent Leibowitz said, "that you were with Miss Reynolds last night?"

Matt understood when Leibowitz spoke that Leibowitz was the senior agent of the two, and that Leibowitz had opened his mouth only because he understood that Agent Jernigan and the interviewee had developed a personality conflict that would interfere with the interview.

"Yes, I was," Matt said.

"Would you mind telling us where you went with her when you left the Nesbitt residence together?"

"I did not leave the Nesbitt residence with anyone," Matt said.

Christ, have these guys been talking to Daffy? What the h.e.l.l is this all about?

"We believe you did," Agent Leibowitz said.

"Frankly, I don"t care if you believe in the Easter Bunny," Matt said. "I"m telling you I left the Nesbitt residence alone, and that"s absolutely the last thing I"m going to tell you until you tell me what this is all about."

"I don"t understand your hostility, frankly, Mr. Payne," Leibowitz said. "You have something against the FBI?"

"Some of my best friends are FBI agents, but I don"t think I would want my sister to marry one," Matt said.

Matt saw that Agent Jernigan"s face had grown red. And that pleased him.

"Where are you employed, Mr. Payne?" Jernigan asked, somewhat menacingly.

"I don"t think you"re supposed to be asking any more questions, are you? Didn"t Agent Leibowitz take over the interview?"

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Payne," Agent Leibowitz said, and walked toward the elevator.

""Bye, now," Matt said. "Have a nice night!"

He started back up the stairs to his apartment.

I wonder what the h.e.l.l that was all about?

Jesus! Kidnapping?

Did somebody kidnap Susan Reynolds? That would involve the FBI.

And they must have talked to Daffy.

And she told them Susan had left with me, because that"s what she told Susan"s parents.

G.o.dd.a.m.n her!

Wait a minute. Don"t leap to conclusions.

Daffy told Susan"s mother Susan"s mother that Susan was off somewhere with me. that Susan was off somewhere with me.

Susan"s mother, or father, told Dad"s pal, Lawyer Emmons, that Susan had gone off with me.

One of them, probably Lawyer Emmons, went to the FBI, and told the FBI the same thing.

The FBI is investigating the kidnapping, or at least the disappearance and possible kidnapping of Susan Reynolds.

So soon? She only turned up missing at two A.M. A.M. this morning. this morning.

The victim is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Reynolds. Reynolds, a multimillionaire, is president of Tomar, Inc.

And important enough to get the FBI working on a weekend.

G.o.dd.a.m.n Daffy!

I am, if not a suspect, then the last person known to have seen the victim.

Those FBI clowns were just doing their job. I probably shouldn"t have given them such a hard time. But they are such an arrogant bunch of b.a.s.t.a.r.ds! "I am Special Agent Jernigan of the FBI, Mr. Payne. We"d like to talk to you. May we come in?" and then that "Where are you employed, Mr. Payne?" bulls.h.i.t. Translation: "We"re going to get you in trouble with your boss, wise guy."

f.u.c.k them! All they had to do was tell me they were looking for Susan Reynolds, that they thought she might have been kidnapped. Even if I was the kidnapper, that wouldn"t have hurt their investigation. And I would have told them everything I know . . . except, of course, that I don"t think she spent the night in her room, because I went into her room and the bed hadn"t been slept in.

G.o.dd.a.m.n it, going into her room was really stupid!

He reached the top of the stairs, crossed to his couch, slumped into it, and put the telephone in his lap.

"h.e.l.lo?"

"Daffy, curiosity overwhelms me. Where did your pal Susan finally turn up?"

"Matt," Daphne Browne Nesbitt said solemnly, "I am so sorry."

"So sorry about what?"

"Can you keep your mouth shut?"

"Of course."

"She was there all the time," Daffy said.

"She was where all the time?"

"In her room. She didn"t want to answer the telephone."

"How do you know that?"

"Because she told me."

"When was this?"

"About an hour ago. She called just before she checked out of the hotel."

"You"re sure it was her?"

"Of course I"m sure."

"Did she tell you why she didn"t want to answer the telephone?"

"No, but I can guess, can"t you?"

"You"re suggesting she was in the sack with some guy all the time?"

"I suggested nothing of the kind. Susan isn"t that kind of girl."

"Where is she now?"

"Probably, about now, about halfway to Harrisburg. Matt, I feel like such a s.h.i.t for getting you involved."

"Involved in what?"

"I know about her father"s lawyer calling your father."

"No major problem, Daffy."

"You want to come to supper? There"s all kinds of leftovers."

"I"ll take a rain check."

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