"You stay there, Peter," the commissioner ordered. "I'll call the mayor, and get out there as soon as I can. Do what you think has to be done about the woman."
"Yes, sir," Wohl said.
The commissioner hung up without saying anything else.
Wohl put the phone back in its cradle, and without thinking about it, ran his fingers in the coin return slot. He was surprised when his fingers touched coins. He took them out and looked at them, and then went to Louise Dutton.
"Are you all right?"
Louise shrugged.
"A real tragedy," Wohl said. "He has three young children. "
"I know he was married," Louise said, coldly.
"Would you mind telling me how you happened to be here with him?" Wohl asked.
"I'm with WCBL-TV," she said.
"I knew your face was familiar," Wohl said.
"He was going to tell me what he thinks about people calling the Highway Patrol 'Carlucci's Commandos,'" Louise said, carefully.
That's bullshit, Wohl decided. There was something between them.
As if that was a cue, the Channel 9 cameraman appeared at the door. A policeman blocked his way.
"Christ, if she's in there, why can't I go in?" the cameraman protested.
Wohl stepped to the door, spotted McGovern, and raised his voice. " Jack, would you get up some barricades, please? And keep people out of our way?"
He saw from the look on McGovern's face that the television cameraman had slipped around the policemen McGovern had already put in place.
"Get that guy out of there," McGovern said, sharply, to a sergeant. " The TV guy."
Wohl turned back to Louise.
"It would be very unpleasant for Mrs. Moffitt, or the children," he said, "if they heard about this over the television, or the radio."
Louise looked at him without real comprehension for a minute.
"I don't know about Philadelphia," she said. "But most places, there' s an unwritten rule that nothing, no names anyway, about something like this gets on the air until the next of kin are notified."
"That's true here, too," Wohl said. "But I always like to be double sure."
"Okay," she said. "I suppose I could call."
"That would be very much appreciated," Wohl said. He extended his hand to her, palm upward, offering her change for the telephone.
Louise dialed the "Nine's News" newsroom, and Leonard Cohen, the news director, answered.
"Leonard, this is Louise Dutton. A policeman has been killed-"
"At the Waikiki Diner on Roosevelt Boulevard?" Cohen interrupted. " You there?"
"Yes," Louise said. "Leonard, the police don't want his wife to hear about it over the air."
"You know who it was?"
"I was with him," Louise said.
"You saw it?"
"I don't want his wife to find out over the air," Louise said.
"Hey, no problem. Of course not. Have the public affairs guy call us when we can use it, like usual."
"All right," Louise said.
"Tell the crew to get what they can, at an absolute minimum, some location shots, and then you come in, and we can put it together here," Cohen said. "We'll probably use it for the lead-in and the major piece. Nothing else much has happened. And you saw it?"
"I saw it," Louise said. "I'll be in."
She hung up the phone.
"I just spoke with the news director," she said. "He said he won't use it until your public affairs officer clears it. He wants him to call."
"I'll take care of it," Wohl said. "Thank you very much, Miss Dutton."
She shrugged, bitterly. "For what?" she asked, and then: "How will she find out? Who tells her?"
Wohl hesitated a moment, and then told her: "There's a routine, a procedure, we follow in a situation like this. The captain in charge of the district where Captain Moffitt lived was notified right away. He will go to Captain Moffitt's house and drive Mrs. Moffitt to the hospital. By the time they get there, the mayor, and probably the commissioner and the chief of Special Patrol, will be there. And probably Captain Moffitt's parish priest, or the department Catholic chaplain. They will tell her. They're friends. Captain Moffitt is from an old police family."
She nodded.
"While that's been going on," Wohl said, wondering why, since he hadn't been asked, he was telling her all this, "radio will have notified Homicide, and the Crime Lab, and the Northeast Detectives. They'll be here in a few minutes. Probably, since Captain Moffitt was a senior police officer, the chief inspector in charge of homicide will roll on this, too."
"And she gets to ride to the hospital, while the police radio is talking about what happened here, right? God that's brutal!"
"The police radio in the car will be turned off," Wohl said.
She looked at him.
"We learn from our mistakes," Wohl said. "Policemen get killed. Captain Moffitt's brother was killed in the line of duty, too."
She met his eyes, and her eyebrows rose questioningly, but she didn't say anything.
"The homicide detectives will want to interview you," Wohl said. "I suppose you understand that you're a sort of special witness, a trained observer. The way that's ordinarily done is to transport you downtown, to the Homicide Division in the Roundhouse…"
"Oh, God!" Louise Dutton said. "Do I have to go through that?"
"I said 'ordinarily," Wohl said. "There's always an exception."
"Because I was with him? Or because I'm with WCBL-TV?"
' 'How about a little bit of both?" Wohl replied evenly. "In this case, what I'm going to do is have an officer drive you home."
I have the authority to let her get away from here, to send her away, Wohl thought. The commissioner said, "Do what you have to do about the woman," but I didn't have to. I wonder why I did?
"I'm not going home," she said. "I'm going to the studio."
"Yes, of course," he said. "Then to the studio, and then home. Then, in an hour or so, when things have settled down a little, I'll arrange to have some officers come to the station, or your house, and take you to the Roundhouse for your statement."
"I don't need anybody to drive me anywhere," Louise said, almost defiantly.
"I think maybe you do," Wohl said. "You've gone through an awful experience, and I really don't think you should be driving. And we owe you one, anyway."
She looked at him, as if she's seeing me for the first time, Wohl thought.
"I didn't get your name," she said.
"Wohl, Peter Wohl," he said.
"And you're a policeman?"
"I'm a Staff Inspector," he said.
"I don't know what that is," she said. "But I saw you ordering that captain around."
"I didn't mean to do that," he said. "But right now, I'm the senior officer on the scene."
She exhaled audibly.
"All right," she said. "Thank you. All of a sudden I feel a little woozy. Maybe I shouldn't be driving."
"It always pays to be careful," Wohl said, and took her arm and went to the door and caught Captain McGovern's attention and motioned him over.
"Jack, this is Miss Louise Dutton, of Channel 9. She's been very cooperative. Can you get me a couple of officers and a car, to drive her to the studio, drive her car, too, and then take her home?"
"I recognize Miss Dutton, now," McGovern said. "Sure, Inspector. No problem. You got it. Glad to be able to be of help, Miss Dutton."
"Have you caught the other one, the boy?" Louise asked.
"Not yet," Captain McGovern said. "But we'll get him."
"And the other one, the one who shot Captain Moffitt, was it a girl?"
"Yes, ma'am, it was a girl," Captain McGovern said, and nodded with his head.
Louise followed the nod. A man in civilian clothing, but with a pistol on his hip, and therefore certainly a cop, was stepping around the body, taking pictures of it from all angles. And then he finished. When he did, another policeman (adetective, Louise corrected herself) bent over and with a thick chunk of yellow chalk, outlined the body on the parking lot's macadam.