There was a long silence.
'Not you, Tony,' Wohl said, finally. 'Martinez. In uniform.'
'Martinez, the little Spic? What's he got to do with this?'
'DetectiveMartinez, Detective Harris, has been working undercover at the airport, trying to catch whoever has been smuggling drugs.'
'No shit?'
'If Mrs. Lanza asked him questions about the airport, he would know the answers,' Wohl said.
'Yeah,' Harris said thoughtfully.
'That saloon is closed,' Wohl said, after looking out the rear window. 'Where can I find a telephone around here?'
'There's a pay station on Broad Street. If somebody hasn't ripped it off the wall.'
'Hello?'
'You awake, Matt?'
'Yes, sir. What's up?'
'You know Martinez's home phone and where he lives?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Call him up. Tell him to put his uniform on, then pick him up, and meet me at Moyamensing and South Broad.'
'Right now?'
'Right now.'
The door to the apartment of Mrs. Antoinette Marie Wolinski Schermer opened just a crack. It was evident that she had the chain in place.
'What is it?' Mrs. Schermer asked, her tone mingled annoyance and concern.
'It's the police, Mrs. Schermer,' Captain Swede Olsen said. 'We're here to talk to Corporal Lanza.'
When there was no immediate response, Captain Olsen added, 'We know he's here, Tony. Open the door.'
The door closed. It remained closed for about a minute, but it seemed much longer than that. And then it opened.
Vito, wearing a sleeveless undershirt and trousers, his hair mussed, stood inside the door.
'Corporal Lanza,' Olsen said, 'I'm Captain Olsen of Internal Affairs. These are Detectives Martinez and Payne. I think you can guess why we're here.'
Vito looked at Martinez and Payne. His surprise registered in his eyes, but then they grew cold and wary.
'What's going on?'
'We want you to get dressed and come with us, Corporal,' Olsen said conversationally.
'What for?'
'You know what for, Lanza,' Olsen said.
'You got a warrant?'
'No. We don't have a warrant. We don't need a warrant.'
'What's the charge?'
'That's going to depend in large part on you, Lanza. For the moment, you can consider yourself under arrest for theft of luggage from Eastern Airlines.'
Lanza's face whitened.
'I don't know what you're talking about,' Lanza said.
'Detective Martinez,' Olsen said, 'will you go with Corporal Lanza while he puts his clothes on? Take his pistol.'
'Yes, sir.'
'This is some kind of mistake,' Vito Lanza said.
'Get your clothes on, Lanza,' Olsen said.
'You're a detective?' Lanza asked Martinez.
'Yeah, I'm a detective.'
'Get your clothes on,' Captain Olsen repeated. 'It's over, Lanza.'
Lanza turned and went into the apartment. Martinez followed him.
'Mrs. Schermer,' Captain Olsen said. 'Detectives are going to want to talk to you later today. They will call you either here, or at work, and set up a time.'
'I don't know what this is all about,' Tony said.
'You can talk about that with the detectives,' Captain Olsen said.
The three stood at the door for the two or three minutes it took Vito to put his shoes and socks and a shirt on.
Finally he came back to the door, followed by Jesus Martinez, who carried Vito's off-duty snub-nosed revolver and its holster in his hand.
'Give the pistol to Detective Payne,' Captain Olsen ordered. 'And put handcuffs on Corporal Lanza.'
They walked down the corridor to the elevator, where Vito saw that the door was being held open by a Highway Patrolman. There was another Highway Patrolman in the lobby, and when they got to the street, there were two Highway RPCs, the lights on their bubble gum machines flashing. There were two unmarked cars on the street, their behindthe-grills blue lights flashing, and three or four people in plainclothes Vito had been a cop long enough to know were fellow police officers.
Vito Lanza, for a moment, thought he was going to throw up, then he felt hands on his arms, and a Highway Patrolman put his hand on the top of Vito's head, and pushed down, so that Vito wouldn't bang his head on the door as he got into the back seat of one of the Highway RPCs.
'Watch your fucking head, scumbag,' the Highway officer said.
Ricco Baltazari's voice, when he answered the telephone, was sleepy and annoyed. 'Yeah?' he snarled.
'Ricco?' Tony asked.
He recognized the voice. His tone changed to concern and anger.
'What are you doing, calling here?'
'Who is it?' Mrs. Baltazari asked, rolling over on her back.
'Ricco, the cops were just here. They arrested Vito.'
'What?'
'A guy who said he was a captain, and two detectives, and they told him to get dressed, and they took his gun away and put handcuffs on him, and when I looked out the window, there was cop cars all over the street.'
'Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!'
'Whatis it, honey?' Mrs. Baltazari asked. 'Who is that?'
'Go back to sleep, for Christ's sake,' Ricco said. 'Okay. I'll take care of it. You just keep your mouth shut, Tony, you understand?'
'Ricco, I'm scared!'
'Just keep your goddamned mouth shut!' Ricco said, and hung up.
He got out of bed, and found a cigarette, but no matches.
He walked to the bedroom door.
'Where are yougoing!' Mrs. Baltazari demanded.
