"How old is that request?" Wohl asked.
"He called me at my dad's house about ten," O'Mara said. "He said he couldn't find you at your apartment. I called Captain Sabara:"
"And he said I'd probably be here?"
"Yes, sir."
"He got through to me," Wohl said. "But good job, Paul, running me down."
"Yes, sir. Miss Peebles asked me to stay…"
"How lucky for you."
"Captain Sabara said it would be all right."
"Paul, this is Matt Payne," Wohl said.
"Yes, sir, I know who he is." He put out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Payne."
"Paul took your job, Matt," Wohl said. "So far he's been doing a much better job than you ever did."
"Thanks a lot," Matt said.
Captain Mike Sabara, whose acne-scarred olive skin gave him a somewhat menacing appearance, walked up to them, trailed by his wife.
"How goes it, boss?" Sabara asked.
"Inspector," Mrs. Sabara said.
"Hello, Helen," Wohl said. "It's good to see you."
"How are you, Matt? How's things at East Detectives?"
"Take a note, O'Mara," Wohl said. "The inspector desires that supervisors read departmental teletypes."
Sabara looked confused and possibly a little worried, but before he could question the remark, Captain Dave Pekach came up.
"I'm glad you could come," he said. "Both of you. How's East Detectives, Matt?"
"O'Mara," Wohl said. "Take two notes. Same subject."
"Excuse me?" Pekach said.
"Gentlemen, permit me to introduce the latest addition to our happy little family. Detective Payne. The reason I know this is Detective Payne showed me the teletype transferring him. Which was nice, because it was apparently never sent to Special Operations, or if it was, nobody ever thought to tell me about it."
"Jesus, Peter, I didn't see it," Mike Sabara said.
"Me, either," Pekach confessed.
"Inspector, I did," O'Mara said. "I guess I should have told you, but I just thought you would know."
"I would have thought so too," Wohl said.
"Dammit," Dave Pekach said, and then stopped as Miss Penelope Detweiler walked up to them.
She took Matt's arm, leaned up and kissed his cheek, and then laid her head against his shoulder.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Penny."
"You know our hostess, of course," Matt said. "These delightful folks are Mrs. Mike Sabara, Captain Sabara, Captain Pekach, Officer O' Mara, and the boss, Inspector Wohl."
"How do you do, Miss Detweiler?" Mike Sabara said.
From the look on your face, Mrs. Sabara, Matt thought, it is evident that you have just identified the sweet-looking blonde you thought was my girlfriend as the poor little rich girl who took dope, was involved with the Guinea gangster, and was just freed from the looney bin.
"Couldn't you call me 'Penny'?" she asked plaintively.
"Hi, Penny," Wohl said. "Call me Peter."
"I'm Dave," Captain Pekach said.
"I like him, Martha," Penny said. "He's even nicer-looking than you told Mother."
"I like him too," Martha said, and kissed Captain Pekach on the cheek, an act that seemed to embarrass him.
"Please call me Helen," Mrs. Sabara said.
"My name is Tom," Officer O'Mara said.
"Hi, Tom," Penny said, and smiled at him.
Officer O'Mara, Matt thought, looks as stunned as Madame Sabara. I think he has just fallen in love.
"I think we're all here now," Martha said. "I thought we'd have some munchies and a drink or two to work up an appetite and then Dave will do the steaks."
"May I help in some way, Martha?" Penny asked.
"It's all been done, dear, thank you just the same."
I wish to hell she would let go of my arm, Matt thought. As a matter of fact, I devoutly wish she weren't here at all. And then he considered that for a moment. You are really a prick, Matthew Payne. She isn't at all interested in you as a male. She is hanging on to you because she's scared to death. She's floating around all alone in strange waters, and you're the only life preserver in sight. You are, whether you like it or not, the closest thing she has to a brother, and you have a clear obligation to try to help her.
"Nonsense," Matt said. "Put her to work. If nothing else, get her a broom and have her sweep the place up."
"Matt, that's terrible!" Martha said.
"No, it's not," Penny said. "I learned a long time ago that saying something rude is Matt's perverse way of showing affection."
She leaned up and kissed his cheek again.
"So go get a broom," Matt said.
"I won't get a broom, but I will pass the…what did you say, Martha, 'the munchies'?"
Matt glanced at Peter Wohl and found Wohl's thoughtful eyes already on him.
There was the muted sound of a telephone ringing, and Evans opened a small door in the low brick wall and took out a telephone.
"One moment, please, sir," he said, and covered the mouthpiece with his hand. "Are you available to take a call from a Lieutenant Malone, Inspector?"
"Sure," Wohl said, and got up and took the telephone from Evans.
"God," Pekach said. "I didn't think to ask him! Peter, let me talk to him when you're through."
"Hello, Mike," Wohl said. "What's up?" He paused. "Wait a minute, Captain Pekach wants to talk to you." He covered the microphone with his hand. "He says he needs to talk to me."
Pekach nodded, and took the phone.
"Mike, where are you? I've been trying to get you on the phone." There was a reply. "Okay, well, you come over here. No, you won't be intruding."
He handed the telephone back to Evans and turned to Wohl.
"He was over at your place. He'll be here in ten minutes. He say what was on his mind?"
Wohl shook his head no. "Thank you, David. I really didn't want to leave before the steak."
"I should have invited him, anyway. I don't know why I didn't."
"Probably for the same reason you don't read departmental teletypes," Wohl said. He saw on Pekach's face that he had stung him more than he intended, and quickly added: "You're in love. People in love are unreliable."
"I don't think I like that," Martha said in mock indignation.
Lieutenant Malone, in slacks and a cotton jacket, drove up the drive ten minutes later in his personal automobile, a battered Mustang that always made Peter Wohl wonder what Malone had on the State Certified Inspection Station garage that had certified it as safe for passage on the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania's public roads.
"I didn't mean to intrude," he said, when he came into the barbecue pit.
"You're not," Martha said. "David's been trying to get you on the phone ever since we decided to do this. Will what you have to tell Peter wait until after you've had a drink?"
"Unless one of Dave's cars has run into a station wagon full of nuns it will," Wohl said.
"Yes, thank you. Scotch, please."
Malone spotted Matt and smiled at him.
"Hello, Matt," he said.
"How are you, Lieutenant?"
Malone spotted Penelope Detweiler, looked hard to make sure it was she, and then looked away.
Wohl went to Penny, put his arm around her shoulders, and led her to Malone.
"Penny, I want you to meet the man who put one of your father's golf partners in jail," he said. "This is Lieutenant Jack Malone."
"One of Daddy's golf partners? Really? Who?"
"Bob Holland," Wohl said. "Philadelphia's Friendliest Car Dealer of Integrity."