"You got a badge?"
"I've got photo ID in my jacket pocket."
"Let's see it. Move slowly. You know the routine."
Matt produced his identification.
"You normally drive around with your pistol on the floorboard?"
"It's in an ankle holster. It rubs your leg if it's on a long time."
"I never tried one," the state trooper said. "I always thought I would kick my leg or something, and the gun would go flying across a room."
"No. They work. They just rub your leg, is all."
"You working?"
"I cannot tell a lie, I'm on my way to see my girl."
"This is yours?" the state trooper asked incredulously, gesturing at the Porsche.
"We take them away from drug dealers," Matt said.
"You work Narcotics?"
"Until Monday I work in something called Special Operations."
"Nice work."
"Yeah. It was. Monday I go back in uniform."
"Into each life some rain must fall," the state trooper said. " Take it easy."
"I will."
"I mean that. Take it easy. I clocked you at seventy-one."
"Sorry," Matt said. "I wasn't thinking. I'll watch it."
"My sergeant is a prick. He would ticket Mother Teresa."
"I have a lieutenant like that," Matt said.
The state trooper returned to his car, tooted the horn, and resumed his patrol.
It wasn't that I wasn't thinking. I was thinking. And what I was thinking was the closer I get to Scarsdale, to Amanda, the worse of an idea it seems. This is not the time to see her. She would not understand anything I have to say to her. And the reason for that is that I have nothing to say to her. Nothing that makes any sense, even to me.
Shit!
He put the Porsche in gear, reentered the flow of traffic, and at the next intersection turned around and headed for Philadelphia.
The second time Matt Payne attracted the attention of police officers charged with enforcement of the Motor Vehicle Code on the public highways took place several hours later, on Interstate 95, just inside the city limits of the City of Philadelphia.
"Jesus Christ!" he said aloud as he pulled to the side of the road, "this is really my day."
He glanced at the floorboard. His revolver and holster were safely out of sight.
Two Highway Patrol officers approached the car.
"You're a cop?" one asked.
"You're Payne, right?"
"Guilty," Matt said.
"You better come back to the car with us," one of them said. " They're looking for you."
"Really?"
We have changed our minds about you, Payne. You are really an allaround splendid fellow, and we have decided that instead of sending you to the 12^th, we are going to make you a chief inspector.
What the hell could it be?
If they've really been looking for me, then it's serious. Christ! Mother? Dad? One of the kids?
He leaned on the Highway car so he could listen.
"Highway 19. We have located Officer Payne. We're on 1-95, near the Cottman Avenue exit."
"Wait one, Highway 19," radio replied.
"I really like your wheels, Payne," one of the Highway guys said.
"Thanks," Matt said.
"Highway 19, escort Officer Payne to City Hall. They are waiting for him in the mayor's office."
"This is 19, 'kay," the Highway guy on the radio said, and then turned to Matt. "What the hell is that all about?"
"I wish to hell I knew."
"Christ, if we had the lights and siren on that," the other one said, pointing at Matt's Porsche, "we could set a record between here and City Hall."
"We'll go ahead," the other one said, chuckling. "You can catch up, right?"
"I'll try," Matt said.
The Highway car was moving with its flashing lights on and the siren howling by the time Matt got back behind the wheel of the Porsche, but he had no trouble catching up with it.
Peter Wohl was waiting for him in the courtyard of City Hall.
"Well, you don't look hung over. Pull your necktie up."
"What's going on?"
"You ever hear that God takes care of fools and drunks? Just smile and keep your mouth shut. For once."
"Before we get thus press conference started here," the Honorable Jerry Carlucci, mayor of the City of Philadelphia, said, "let's make sure everybody knows who everybody is. You all know Chief Lowenstein and Chief Coughlin, I know.
Chief Coughlin's standing in for Commissioner Czernick, who's tied up and couldn't be with us, although he would have liked to. I'm sure most of you know the two who just came in: Inspector Peter Wohl, who commands Special Operations; and Officer Matt Payne, who is the Inspector's special assistant and who most of you will remember as the splendid young officer who… removed the threat to Philadelphia posed by the Northwest serial rapist. And standing beside me is a gentleman I 'm sure most of you know and who is the reason I asked you to come here this afternoon.
I would be very surprised if anyone here doesn't recognize Mr. H. Richard Detweiler, president of Nesfoods International, but in case. .. ladies and gentlemen, Mr. H. Richard Detweiler. "
Detweiler and Carlucci shook hands, which seemed to sort of surprise Mr. Detweiler, who then moved to a lectern.
"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for coming here this afternoon," he said, reading it from a typewritten statement. "I am sure that most of you are aware of the tragedy that struck my family recently, with my daughter very nearly killed not six blocks from here.
"I am not here to talk about my daughter but about the Police Department. I am somewhat ashamed to admit that before my daughter was shot and nearly killed, I never paid much attention to the police. They were simply there. But my experience with them since my daughter was injured, an innocent bystander in what seems to be an incident of gangland warfare, has taught me how devoted to the safety and welfare of us all they are.
"Something even more shocking than the senseless shooting of my daughter has occurred in our city. I refer to the cold-blooded murder of Officer Joseph Magnella. That brutal, vicious act, the slaying of a police officer, poses a real, present, and absolutely intolerable danger to the entire fabric of our society, a threat we simply cannot tolerate.
"It came to my attention that one citizen, who wishes to remain anonymous, was thinking along the same lines. More important, she was prepared to do something about it. She was prepared to offer a reward for information leading to the arrest and conviction of those responsible for the brutal murder of Officer Magnella. The reward she offered was in the amount of ten thousand dollars. My wife and I have decided to offer an equal amount for the same purpose. I have a check here with me.
"I call upon-"
He stopped and fished in his pocket and came up with a check, which he handed to Mayor Carlucci, who shook his hand while flashbulbs popped.
That forgotten little detail out of the way, Detweiler continued. "I call upon my fellow citizens of Philadelphia to assist with the investigation of the murder of Officer Magnella. The police would prefer information, but if you have no information, certainly you can afford a dollar or two, whatever amount, to add to the reward fund and to demonstrate to the police that the people are behind them. Thank you very much."
Matt felt a tug at his arm. Wohl pulled him off the stage and out of the room.
"You are only partially forgiven," he said. "That whole ambience would be ruined if Detweiler tried to choke you. I know he'd love to."
"What does 'partially' mean?"
"What do you think it means?"
"I don't know."
"Put your uniform back in the mothball bag," Wohl said. "And forget the 12^th."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me. That came from the mayor."