Part 20 (2/2)
When Inspector Peter Wohl walked into the Investigations Section of Special Operations, he found just about the entire staff, plus Staff Inspector Mike Weisbach and Captain Dave Pekach, in the former cla.s.sroom. Pekach, in the unique uniform-breeches and boots-of the Highway Patrol, was the only one in uniform.
”Am I interrupting anything important?” Wohl asked.
”A suitable description of our present labors,” Sergeant Jason Was.h.i.+ngton announced in his deep, sonorous voice, ”would be 'spinning our wheels.' ”
”What are you doing?” Wohl asked.
”Trying to make sense of Matt's transcriptions of the Kellog tapes,” Pekach explained. ”And getting nowhere.”
”They're useless?”
”They've made me change my mind about nothing dirty going on in Five Squad,” Pekach said. ”But what, n.o.body seems to be able to figure out, at least from the tapes. And as far as using them as evidence-”
”Is Payne essential?” Wohl asked.
Matt picked up on Wohl calling him by his last name; he suspected it might suggest he was in disfavor.
What did I do?
s.h.i.+t, those FBI clowns did report me!
”I fear that all those hours our Matthew put in transcribing the tapes were a waste of time and effort,” Was.h.i.+ngton said.
”Not a waste, Jason,” Weisbach said. ”Finding nothing we can use, so to speak, has taught us they are (a) up to something and (b) rather clever about whatever it is.”
”I stand corrected, sir,” Jason said.
”I can have Payne?” Wohl asked.
”He's all yours,” Weisbach said. ”See me later, Matt.”
”Yes, sir,” Matt said.
Matt stood up and followed Wohl out of the room. Wohl walked quickly, and Matt almost had to trot to catch up with him.
”What's up?” Matt asked.
Wohl ignored him.
They went down the stairs and then up the corridor to Wohl's office. Matt followed him inside.
Chief Inspector Dennis V. Coughlin-a tall, heavyset, large-boned, ruddy-faced man with good teeth and curly silver hair-was sitting on the couch before Wohl's coffee table in the act of dunking a doughnut in a coffee mug.
For all of Matt's life, Coughlin had been ”Uncle Denny” to him. He had been his father's best friend, and Matt had come to suspect that Denny Coughlin, who had never married, had been in love-secretly, of course- with Patricia Stevens Moffitt Payne, Matt's mother, for a very long time.
He also suspected that this was not an occasion on which Chief Inspector Coughlin should be addressed as ”Uncle Denny.”
”Good morning, Chief,” he said.
Coughlin looked at him for a long moment, expressionless, before he replied.
”Matty, what's with you and the FBI?”
”Is that what this is about?”
”I asked you a question,” Coughlin said evenly.
”I suppose I shouldn't have taken them on the wild-goose chase like that, but they're-”
”Start at the beginning,” Wohl shut him off. ”And right now, neither the Chief or I are interested in what you think of the FBI.”
Matt related, in detail, his entire encounter with Special Agents Jernigan and Leibowitz. When he came to the part of leading them up and down the narrow alleys of North Philadelphia before finally parking in the Special Operations parking lot, Chief Inspector Coughlin had a very difficult time keeping a straight face.
”Okay,” he said finally. ”Now let me tell you what's happened this morning. I had a telephone call from Walter Davis. You know who he is?”
”Yes, sir.”
”Davis said that he would consider it a personal favor if I would set up a meeting, as soon as possible, between himself, the two agents you got into it with, Peter, and me. And that he would be grateful if I kept the meeting, until after we'd talked, under my hat. Do you have any idea what that's all about, Matty?”
”No, sir.”
”Somehow, I think there's more to this than you being a wisea.s.s with his agents,” Coughlin said. ”I think if that's all there was to this, the Polack would have gotten a formal letter complaining about the uncooperative behavior of one of his detectives.”
The Polack was Police Commissioner Taddeus Czernich.
”Yeah,” Inspector Wohl said thoughtfully.
”And he wants me to keep this under my hat until after we have a meeting,” Coughlin went on. ”Which makes me think of something else. Did either of the FBI guys do anything they shouldn't have done, Matty?”
”Well, they should have been sure there was was a kidnapping before they started asking a lot of questions,” Matt said. a kidnapping before they started asking a lot of questions,” Matt said.
”That's not what I mean. Did they violate any of your civil rights? Push you around? Brandish a pistol? Anything like that?”
”No, sir.”
”Maybe Matt's onto it with what he said,” Wohl said. ”Maybe Davis is embarra.s.sed that he had people running around investigating a nonkidnapping. And doesn't want Matt to tell the story to an appreciative audience at the FOP Bar. The FBI is very image conscious.”
Detective Payne was enormously relieved that he had become ”Matt” again.
”Could be,” Chief Coughlin said. ”But I have a gut feeling there's more to this than that. I have been wrong before.”
Coughlin heaved himself off the couch with a grunt, walked to Wohl's desk, consulted a slip of paper he took from his pocket, and dialed a number.
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