He walked into the apartment.
"It's a very good-looking man named Peter Wohl," he told Louise Dutton, loud enough for Wohl to hear him. A smile flickered on and off Wohl's face.
"He's a policeman," Louise said, and walked toward the door.
Louise Dutton was wearing a bathrobe, Wohl saw, and then corrected himself, adressing gown, and holding both a cigarette and a drink.
"Oh, you," she said. "Hi! Come on in."
"Good afternoon, Miss Dutton," Wohl said, politely.
She was half in the bag, Wohl decided. There was something erotic about the way she looked, he realized. Part of that was obviously because he could see her nipples holding the thin material of her dressing gown up like tent poles-it was probably silk, he decided-but there was more to it than that.
"I'm glad that you got home all right," Wohl said.
"Thank you for that," Louise said. "I was more upset than I realized, and I shouldn't have been driving."
"I just made her take a long soak in a hot tub," Jerome said. "And I prescribed astiff drink." He put out his hand. "I'm Jerome Nelson, a friend of the family."
"I'm Inspector Peter Wohl," Wohl said, taking the hand. "How do you do, Mr. Nelson?"
"You certainly, if you don't mind me saying so, don't look like a policeman," Jerome Nelson said.
"That's nice, if you're a detective," Wohl said. "What would you say Ido look like?"
Jerome laid a finger against his cheek, cocked his head, and studied Wohl.
"I justdon't know," he said. "Maybe a stockbroker. A successful stockbroker. I love your suit."
"Miss Dutton, they're ready for you at the Roundhouse," Wohl said.
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning, I'd like you to come down there with me. They want your statement, and I think they'll have some photographs to show you. And then I'll see that you're brought back here."
"Will whatever it is wait five minutes?" Louise said. "I want to see what Cohen's going to put on."
"I beg your pardon?" Wohl asked.
"It's time for 'Nine's News,' " she said.
"Oh," he said.
"Can I offer you a drink?" Jerome asked.
"Yes, thank you," Wohl said. "I'd like a drink. Scotch?"
"Absolutely," Jerome said, happily. Louise opened the door of a maple cabinet, revealing a large color television screen. She turned it on and, still bent over it, so that Wohl had a clear view of her naked breast, looked at him as she waited for it to come on.
"The guy on 'Dragnet,' " Louise Dutton said, "Sergeant Joe Friday, would say, 'No ma'am, I'm on duty.'"
"I'm not Sergeant Friday," Wohl said, with a faint smile.
She's bombed, and unaware her dressing gown is open. Or is it the tobe-expected casualness about nudity of a hooker?
That's an interesting possibility. She's obviously not walking the streets asking men if they want a date, but I don V think she's making half enough money smiling on television to afford this place. Is she somebody's mistress, some middle-aged big shot's extracurricular activity, who was taking a bus driver's holiday with Dutch?
And who's Jerome? The friend of the family?
The picture suddenly came on, and the sound. Louise turned the volume up, and stepped back as Jerome touched Wohl's shoulder and handed him a squarish glass of whiskey.
The screen showed Louise Dutton's old convertible with a cop at the wheel leaving the Waikiki Diner parking lot. A female voice said, " This is a special 'Nine's News' bulletin. A Philadelphia police captain gave his life this afternoon foiling a holdup. 'Nine's News' co-anchor Louise Dutton was an eyewitness. Full details on 'Nine's News' at six."
The Channel Nine logo came on the screen. A male voice said, "WCBLTV, Channel 9, Philadelphia. It's six o'clock."
Another male voice said, as the "Nine's News" set appeared on the screen, " 'Nine's News' at six is next."
The "Nine's News" logo appeared on the screen, and then dissolved into a close-up shot of Barton Ellison, a tanned, handsome, craggyfaced former actor, who had abandoned the stage and screen for television journalism, primarily because he hadn't worked in over two years.
"Louise Dutton isn't here with me tonight," Barton Ellison said, in his deep, trained actor's voice, looking directly into the camera. " She wanted to be. But she was an eyewitness to the gun battle in which Philadelphia Highway Patrol Captain Richard C. Moffitt gave his life this afternoon. She knows the face of the bandit that is, at this moment, still free. Louise Dutton is under police protection. Full details, and exclusive 'Nine's News' film, after these messages."
There followed twenty seconds of Louise being escorted to her car at the Waikiki Diner, and of the car, with a policeman at the wheel, following a police car out of the parking lot. Then there was a smiling baby on the screen, as a disposable-diaper commercial began.
"Thatsonofabitch!" Louise Dutton exploded. She looked at Wohl. "I had nothing to do with that."
"I don't understand," Wohl said.
"I never told him I was under police protection," Louise said.
"Oh," Wohl said. He could not understand why she was upset. He took a sip of his scotch. He couldn't tell what brand it was, only that it was expensive.
The diaper commercial was followed by one for a new motion picture to be shown later that night for the very first time on television, and then for one for a linoleum floor wax which apparently had an aphrodisiacal effect on generally disinterested husbands.
Then Louise reappeared. She looked into the camera.
"Moments before he was fatally wounded," she said, "Police Captain Richard C. Moffitt said, 'Put the gun down, son. I don't want to have to kill you. I'm a police officer.'
"Moffitt was meeting with this reporter over coffee in the Waikiki Diner in the sixty-five-hundred block of Roosevelt Boulevard early this afternoon. He was concerned with the image his beloved Highway Patrol has in some people's eyes… 'Carlucci's Commandos' is just one derogatory term for them.
"He had just started to explain what they do, and why, and how, when he spotted a pale-faced blond young man police have yet to identify holding a gun on the diner's cashier.
"Captain Moffitt was off duty, and in civilian clothing, but he was a policeman, and a robbery was in progress, and it was his duty to do something about it.
"There was a good thirty-second period, maybe longer, during which Captain Moffitt could have shot the bandit where he stood. But he decided to give the bandit a break, a chance to save his life: 'Put the gun down, son. I don't want to have to kill you.'
"That humanitarian gesture cost Richard C. Moffitt his life. And Moffitt's three children their father, and Moffitt's wife her husband.
"The bandit had an accomplice, a woman. She opened fire on Moffitt. Her bullets struck all over the interior of the diner. Except for one, which entered Richard C. Moffitt's chest.
"He returned fire then, and killed his assailant. "And then, a look of wonderment on his face, he slumped against a wall, and slid down to the floor, killed in the line of duty.
"Police are looking for the pale-faced blond young man, who escaped during the gun battle. I don't think it will take them long to arrest him, and the moment they do, 'Nine's News' will let you know they have."
A formal portrait of Dutch Moffitt in uniform came on the screen.
"Captain Richard C. Moffitt," Louise said, softly, "thirty-six years old. Killed… shot down, cold-bloodedly murdered… in the line of duty.
"My name is Louise Dutton. Barton?"
She took three steps forward and turned the television off before Barton Ellison could respond. Peter Wohl took advantage of the visual opportunity offered.
"That was just beautiful," Jerome Nelson said, softly. "I wanted to cry."
I'll be goddamned, Peter Wohl thought, so did I.