"What makes you think something's going on?"
"The word is out that something is," McFadden said.
"Can I tell you without it getting all over Highway before half past four tomorrow morning?" Malone replied, after a moment's hesitation.
"Then you'd better not tell me, Lieutenant," McFadden said. "Not that I would say anything to anybody-just between you, me, and the lamppost, Lieutenant, the only thing Highway has going for me is that it keeps me from doing school crossing duty in a district-but Highway is going to find out, and I wouldn't want you to think I was the one who told them."
"He's right, Lieutenant," Payne said. "If Charley knows something's going to happen, so does everybody in Highway, and they will snoop around until they find out what."
"As Lieutenant Malone, I can't tell you," Malone said. "But we're off duty, right? And you're Charley, and I'm Jack, and this won't go any further?"
He saw Payne's eyes appraising him.
Is he going to go to Wohl first thing in the morning?"Inspector, I think I should tell you that that new lieutenant can't keep his mouth shut."
Fuck it, I sense an opening here to get to McFadden. If I can get McFadden to agree not to tell Wohl about finding me at Holland's, Payne will probably, or at least possibly, fall in line. And if he doesn't, if I blow this, things can't get any worse than they are now.
"Okay, Jack," McFadden said. "Out of school, what's going on in the morning?"
Malone saw Payne's eyes flash between him and McFadden and back again.
Shit! He's suspicious as hell.
"If I did, Payne, would you feel you had to tell Inspector Wohl I told him?"
Payne met his eyes. Then he picked up his bottle of beer and took a pull at it.
"Lieutenant," Payne said. "I don't really know what the hell is going on here."
"I beg your pardon?"
"We're out of school, right?"
"Absolutely."
"No, then. I wouldnot tell the Inspector you told Charley about what' s going on at half past four in the morning. I was going to tell him anyway. I was just pulling his chain, not telling him before. That's not what's bothering me."
"What is, then?"
"You showed up at the school tonight, for one thing. 'Call me Jack,' and 'Let me buy you fellas a cheese-steak,' for some more."
Christ, I'm losing control. Am I just bad at this? Or are these two a lot smarter than I gave them credit for being?
"I went out to the school because I thought you were taking heat for something that was my responsibility."
"What do you want from us, Lieutenant?" Payne asked, both his tone of voice and the look in his eyes making it clear he hadn't bought that at all. "Has it got something to do with Charley finding you snooping around Holland's body shop?"
Christ, he already knows! What did I expect? Well, fuck it, I blew it.
"Are you going to tell Inspector Wohl about that?" Malone asked.
"Unless you can come up with a good reason I shouldn't", Payne said.
Malone glanced at McFadden. He recognized the look in McFadden's eyes. He had seen it a hundred times. A cop who knew that the suspect had been lying all along had just told him he knew he had been lying all along, and was waiting to see what reaction that would cause.
And I am the guy they caught lying.
When all else fails, tell the truth.
"Holland is dirty," Malone said.
"How do you know?" McFadden asked, picking up another rib.
"You've been on the street," Malone said, meeting McFadden's eyes. " Youknow when you know someone's dirty."
"Yeah," McFadden said. "But sometimes when you know, you're wrong."
Charley McFadden's response surprised Matt Payne.
What the hell are they talking about? Some kind of mystical intuition?
"Iknow, McFadden," Malone said. McFadden seemed to be willing to give Malone the benefit of the doubt.
Because he's a lieutenant? Or because Charley was on the street? Is there something to this intuition business that these two, real cops as opposed to me, understand and I don't?
And then Officer Matthew M. Payne had a literally chilling additional thought.
I knew. Jesus H. Christ, I knew. When I saw Fletchers van, I knew it was wrong. I told myself, consciously, that all it was, was a van, but I knew it was dirty. If I hadn't subconsciously known it was dirty, hadn't really been careful, Warren K. Fletcher would have run over me. The only reason I'm alive and he's dead is because, intuitively, I knew the van was dirty.
"You want to tell us about it?" McFadden asked.
"You know Tom Lenihan?" Malone asked.
McFadden shook his head no.
"He's Chief Coughlin's driver," Matt offered, and corrected himself." Was. He made lieutenant."
"Right," Malone said. "Now he's in Organized Crime."
"What about him?"
"We go back a ways together. When he made lieutenant, he bought a new car. For him new. Actually a year-old one with low mileage. I went out to Holland Pontiac-GMC to help him get it."
"And?"
"He got a Pontiac Bonneville. They gave him a real deal, he said."
"That doesn't make Holland a thief," Matt Payne said.
"Holland himself came out. Very charming. A lot of bullshit."
"What's wrong with that?" Charley asked.
"Holland has six, seven dealerships. Why should he kiss the ass of a new police lieutenant who just bought a lousy used Bonneville?"
"Maybe because he knew he worked for Denny Coughlin," Matt thought out loud.
"Same thought. Why should a big-shot car dealer kiss the ass of even Denny Coughlin?"
"That's all you have?" McFadden asked.
"Two reasons," Matt said. "One he likes cops, which I doubt, or because he's getting his rocks off knowing he's making a fool of the cops."
"What the fuck areyou talking about?" Charley challenged.
"That's the gut feeling I had," Malone said.
"I don't know what the fuck either one of you is talking about," McFadden said.
"Tell me some more," Matt said. "What do you think? How's he doing it? Why?"
"I don't knowexactly how he's doing it," Malone said. "But I have an idea why, how it started. A lot of car dealers are dirty. I mean, Christ, you know, they make their living cheating people. The only reason they don't cheat more, which is stealing, is because they don't want to get arrested."
"Okay," McFadden said. "So what?"
"So they all know how to steal something, cheating on a finance contract, swapping radios and tires around, buying hot parts for repair work," Malone said. "Now let's say Holland, maybe early on, maybe that's the reason he's so successful, figured out a way to steal cars. He's so successful, the thievery is like business, so the thrill is gone."
"Jesus, Lieutenant," McFadden said, his tone suggesting that Malone had just asked him to believe the cardinal archbishop was a secret compulsive gambler.
"Let him talk, Charley," Matt said, on the edge of sharpness.
"I also read somewhere that some thieves really want to get caught," Malone said. "And I read someplace else that some thieves really do it for the thrill, not the money."
"So you see Bob Holland as a successful thief who gets his thrills, his sense of superiority, by being a friend of the cops?"
"No wonder they think you're crazy," McFadden said, and then, realizing that he had spoken his thought, looked horrified.
"I don't think-" Matt said. "I'm not willing to join them."
"Who's them?" McFadden asked.
"Those who suggest Lieutenant Malone is crazy to think Bob Holland could be a thief," Payne said.
McFadden looked at Payne, first in disbelief, and then, when he saw that Payne was serious, with curiosity.