'Sir, the Commissioner's on Two Six, holding for you,' Matt replied.
'Okay,' Wohl said, and Matt backed out of the office, closing the door after him.
'Chief, the Commissioner's on the other line. Can I get back to you?'
'Call me when you get something,' Coughlin said, impatiently, and then added, 'Peter, frankly, I would have a hell of a lot more confidence in the way you're doing things if you had at least been able to keep that Peebles woman from being burgled again.'
'I was just talking to Charley Emerson about that-' Wohl said, and then stopped, because Chief Inspector Dennis V. Coughlin had hung up.
He pushed the flashing button on the telephone.
'Good morning, Commissioner,' he said. 'Sorry to keep you waiting. I was talking to Chief Coughlin.'
'Hold on for Commissioner Czernick, please, Inspector Wohl,' a female voice Peter did not recognize replied.
'Czernick,' the Commissioner snarled a moment later.
'I have Inspector Wohl for you, Commissioner,' the woman said.
'It's about time,' Czernick said. 'Peter?'
'Yes, sir. Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. I was talking to Chief Coughlin.'
'You've seen the papers? What's this about you refusing to talk to the press?'
'Sir,' Wohl said, 'it wasn't quite that way. I wasn't here, and-'
'Lemme have that,' a voice said, faintly in the background, and then came over the line full volume. 'This is Jerry Carlucci, Peter.'
'Good morning, sir,' Peter said.
'I know and you know that sonofabitch is after us, Peter,' the mayor of the City of Brotherly Love said, 'and we both know why, and we both know that no matter what we do, he'll still be trying to cut our throats. But we can't afford to give the sonofabitch any ammunition. You just can't tell the press to go fuck themselves. I thought you were smarter than that.'
'Sir, that's not the way it happened,' Peter said.
'So tell me,' Mayor Carlucci said.
'Sir, I was not in the office. Iwas 'unavailable.' That's it.'
'Shit,' the mayor said. 'What about using Highway to look for witnesses to clear our guy? Is that true?'
'Yes, sir, I did that. But in sports coats and ties. Off-duty volunteers.'
'I think I know why you did it,' Mayor Carlucci said, 'but under the circumstances, was it smart?'
'Sir, I considered it to be the proper thing to do at the time. There was nothing that wasn't already being done to locate Miss Woodham, and I hoped to clear the officers involved of what I considered-considerto be an unjust accusation.'
'You're saying you'd do the same thing again?' Carlucci asked, coldly.
'Yes, sir.'
'They find any witnesses for our side?'
'No, sir.'
'They still looking?'
'Sir, I have no intention, without orders to the contrary, to tell my men what they can't do when they're off duty and in civilian clothes.'
'In other words, fuck Arthur Nelson and his goddamnedLedger! '
'No, sir. I frankly think that if we were going to find a witness, they'd have found one by now. But I think, for the morale of Highway, that it's important we keep looking. Or maybe I mean that I don't want Highway to think I threw Officer Hawkins to the wolves because of theLedger editorial.'
'Hawkins was the guy driving?'
'Yes, sir. And he says Mr. McAvoy ran the stoplight, and I believe him.'
'Goddamn it, I was right,' Mayor Carlucci said.
'Sir?'
'When I sent you out there, gave you Special Operations,' Mayor Carlucci said.
Peter Wohl could think of no appropriate response to make to that, and so made none.
'I was about to ask where you are with the Woodham job,' Mayor Carlucci said.
'Sir, I have turned over all-'
'I said 'was about to ask,' ' the mayor said. 'Don't interrupt me, Peter.'
'Sorry, sir.'
'I've been there,' the mayor said. 'And I know the one thing a commanding officer on the spot does not need is people looking over his shoulder and telling him what they think he should have done. So I won't do that. I'll tell you what I am going to do, Peter. I'm going to issue a statement saying that I have complete faith in the way you' re handling things.'
'Yes, sir,' Peter said.
'But you better catch this sonofabitch, Peter. You know what I'm saying?'
'Yes, sir.'
'This sonofabitch is making the Police Department look like the Keystone Cops. The Department can't afford that. I can't afford that. And you, in particular, can't afford that.'
'I understand, sir,' Peter said.
'I don't want to find myself in the position of having to tell Tad Czernick to relieve you, and making it look like Arthur Nelson and his goddamnedLedger were right all the time,' Mayor Carlucci said.
'I hope that won't be necessary, sir.'
'You need anything, Peter, anything at all?'
'No, sir, I don't think so.'
'If you need something, you speak up. Tad Czernick will get it for you.'
'Thank you, sir.'
'Tell your dad, when you see him, I said hello,' the mayor said. ' Hang on, Tad wants to say something.'
'Peter,' Commissioner Czernick said. 'I understand Miss Peebles was burgled again last night.'
'Yes, sir,' Peter said. 'I'm working on it.'
'Good,' Commissioner Czernick said. 'Keep me advised.'
Then he hung up.
Wohl took the telephone from his ear, looked at the handset, wondered for perhaps the three hundredth time why he did that, and then put it in its cradle. He got up and walked to his office door and pulled it open.
Matt Payne had been put to work collating some kinds of forms.
'Payne?'
'Yes, sir?'
'You look like death warmed over,' Wohl said. 'Are you sick?'
Payne looked distinctly uncomfortable.
'Sir, I guess I had a little too much to drink last night.'
That figures, Wohl thought, McFadden and Martinez took him to the FOP and initiated him.
'Where are they?'
'Sir?'
'Where's Sherlock Holmes and the faithful Dr. Watson?'
Matt finally understood that Wohl meant McFadden and Martinez.
'Sir, I don't know,' he said.
'Find them,' Wohl said. 'Tell them as soon as they can fit me into their busy schedule, I want to see them. And find Captain Pekach, too, please, and ask him to come see me.'
'Yes, sir.'
David Pekach was still in the Seventh District Building. Two minutes later, he was standing in Wohl's doorway waiting for Wohl to raise his eyes from the papers on his desk. Finally, he did.
'Come in, please, David,' he said. 'You want some coffee?'
Pekach shook his head no, then asked with raised eyebrows if Wohl wanted him to close the door. Wohl nodded that he did.
