mouth of the shredder, and moreover, he suspected that even if it had fit into it, it probably would have jammed the mechanism.
He took the sterling silver Waterman's ballpoint pen that had been the firm's gift to him at Christmas from his pocket, and held it through the little plastic inside of the typewriter ribbon. Then he fed the loose end of the ribbon into the shredder. The mechanism drew the ribbon between the cutters. It took a long time for all of the ribbon to be drawn into the shredder, but it was somehow fascinating to watch the process, and he was a little disappointed when it was all gone.
He held the plastic center in his hand and left his office for the men's room. He went into a stall and flushed the plastic center down the toilet. Then he carefully washed his hands and left the office.
He bought a PhiladelphiaLedger from the newsstand at 16^th and Chestnut Streets, and grew warm with the knowledge that he had done the right thing and pleased God. There was a headline that said, VICE
PRESIDENT TO VISIT.
The meeting in the commissioner's conference room on the third floor of the Police Administration Building, commonly called the Roundhouse, was convened, and presided over, by Arthur C. Marshall, deputy commissioner (Operations) of the Police Department of the City of Philadelphia.
The police commissioner of the City of Philadelphia is a political appointee who serves at the pleasure of the mayor. There are three deputy commissioners in the Philadelphia Police Department. They are the first deputy commissioner, who is the highest ranking member of the Department under Civil Service regulations, and the two deputy commissioners, Operations and Administration.
Under the deputy commissioner (Operations) are four Bureaus, each commanded by a chief inspector: the Patrol Bureau, the Special Patrol Bureau, the Detective Bureau, and the Command Inspections Bureau.
Present for the Roundhouse meeting were Chief Inspector Matt Lowenstein, of the Detective Bureau, and Chief Inspector Dennis V. Coughlin, of the Command Inspections Bureau, both of whom were subordinate to Deputy Commissioner Marshall. Also present were Chief Inspector Mario C. Delachessi, of the Internal Investigations Bureau; Chief Inspector Paul T. Easterbrook, of the Special Investigations Bureau; Staff Inspector Peter Wohl, commanding officer of the Special Operations Division; and Captain John M. 'Jack' Duffy, special assistant to the commissioner for inter-agency liaison.
Internal Investigations, Special Investigations, and Special Operations in theory took their orders from the first deputy commissioner directly. In practice, however, First Deputy Commissioner Marshall and Chiefs Lowenstein and Coughlin exercised more than a little influence in their operations. There was no question in anyone' s mind that Lowenstein and Coughlin were the most influential of all the eleven chief inspectors in the Department, and that both were considered ripe candidates for the next opening as a deputy commissioner.
Part of this was because they were first-class police executives and part was because they had long-running close relations with the Honorable Jerry Carlucci, mayor of the City of Philadelphia.
Prior to running for mayor, in his first bid for elective office, Jerry Carlucci had been the police commissioner. And prior to that, the story went, he had held every rank in the Police Department except policewoman. As a result of this, Mayor Carlucci felt that he knew as much, probably more, about the Police Department than anyone else, and consequently was not at all bashful about offering helpful suggestions concerning police operations.
'Okay,' Commissioner Marshall said, 'let's get this started.'
He was a tall, very thin, sharp-featured man with bright, intelligent eyes.
There was a moment's silence broken only by the scratching of a wooden match on the underside of the long, oblong conference table by Chief Lowenstein. The commissioner watched as Lowenstein, a large, stocky, balding man, applied the flame carefully to a long, thin, black cigar.
'Is that all right with you, Matt?' the commissioner asked, gently sarcastic. 'Is your rope on fire? We can begin?'
'A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke. Remember that, Art,' Lowenstein said, unabashed. He and Commissioner Marshall went back a long way too. Lowenstein had been one of Captain Marshall' s lieutenants when Marshall had commanded the 19^th District.
There were chuckles. Marshall shook his head, and began:
'We have a problem with the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs…'
'So what else is new?' Chief Lowenstein said. He was a large, nearly handsome man, with a full head of curly silver hair, wearing a gray pin-striped suit.
'Let me talk, for Christ's sake, Matt,' Marshall said.
'Sorry.'
'They've come to Duffy. Officially. They say they have information that drugs, specifically heroin, are getting past the Airport Unit.'
'Did they give us the information?' Lowenstein asked.
Marshall shook his head, no.
'You said, 'getting past the Airport Unit,'' Chief Lowenstein said. 'Was that an accusation?'
'Jack?' Marshall said.
'They stayed a hairbreadth away from making that an accusation, Chief,' Captain Duffy, a florid-faced, nervous-appearing forty-fiveyear-old, said.
'Paul?' Marshall asked Chief Inspector Easterbrook, under whose Special Investigations Bureau were the Narcotics Unit, the Narcotics Strike Force, and Vice.
Easterbrook was just the near side of being fat. His collar looked too tight.
'Is heroin coming through the airport?' he asked rhetorically. ' Sure it is. I haven't heard a word, though, that anybody in the Airport Unit is dirty.'
Everyone looked at Chief Inspector Delachessi, a plump, short, natty forty-year-old, among whose Internal Investigations Bureau responsibilities were Internal Affairs, the Organized Crime Intelligence Unit, and the Staff Investigation Unit. Eighteen months before, he had been Staff Inspector Peter Wohl's boss.
'Neither have I,' Delachessi said. 'Not a whisper. And what is it now-two months ago?-when that Airport Unit corporal got himself killed coming home from the shore, the corporal who was his temporary replacement was one of my guys. He didn't come up with a thing. Having said that, is somebody out there dirty? Could be. I'll have another look.'
'Hold off on that, Mario,' Commissioner Marshall said.
'What, exactly, is the problem with Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs?' Chief Lowenstein asked. 'You said there was a problem.'
'They want to send somebody out there, undercover,' Marshall said.
'Inthe Airport Unit?' Lowenstein asked incredulously. 'As acop?'
Marshall nodded.
'They've made it an official request,' Captain Duffy said. 'By letter.'
'Tell them to go fuck themselves, by official letter,' Lowenstein said.
'It's not that easy, Matt,' Marshall said. 'The commissioner says we'll have to come up with a good reason to turn them down.'
'Why doesn't that surprise me?' Lowenstein replied. 'There's no way some nice young agent of the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs can pass himself off to anyone in the Airport Unit as a cop. And if there's dirty cops out there, we should catch them, not the feds. Do you think you could explain that to the commissioner?'
'Art and I had an idea, talking this over,' Chief Coughlin said.
Ah ha! thought Staff Inspector Peter Wohl, a lithe, well-built, just under six feet tall thirty-five-year-old. The mystery is about to be explained. This is not a conference. Whatever is going to be done has already been decided upon by Marshall and Coughlin. The rest of us are here to be told what the problem is, and what we are expected to do. I wonder what the hell I'm here for? None of this is any of my business.
'I'll bet you did,' Lowenstein said.
