Coughlin walked over to the drivers and shook hands with Sergeant Lipshultz.
"How are you, Stanley?" he asked. "You know where I can find a good, cheap lawyer?"
"At your service, Chief," Lipshultz said, smiling.
"Matthew," Coughlin said to Matt Payne.
"Chief," Matt replied.
"Let's go, Tom," Coughlin said to Lenihan. "Chief Lowenstein had a really foul one smoldering in there. I need some clean air."
"We could smell it out here, Chief," Lenihan said, and went out the door to the corridor.
Chief Inspector Fisher nodded at Matt Payne, offered his hand to Coughlin and Wohl, and then walked out of the room. Sergeant Lipshultz hurried after him.
"Say good-bye to the nice people, Matthew," Inspector Wohl said dryly, "and drive me away from here. It's been along afternoon."
"Good-bye, nice people," Matt said obediently to the others, the commissioner's secretary, his driver, and the other administrative staff.
Some chuckled. The commissioner's driver said, "Take it easy, kid."
The commissioner's secretary, an attractive, busty woman in her forties, said, "Come back anytime, Matthew. You're an improvement over most of the people we get in here."
Officer Matt Payne followed Staff Inspector Wohl out of the office and down the corridor toward the elevators.
There was no one else in the elevator. Wohl leaned against the wall and exhaled audibly.
"Christ, that was rough in there," he said.
"What was it all about?"
"Not here," Wohl said.
He pushed himself erect as the door slid open, and walked across the lobby to the rear entrance of the building, stopping just outside to turn and ask, "Where are we?"
Payne pointed. There were four new Ford four-door sedans, one of them two-tone blue, parked together toward the rear of the lot. When they arrived at the roundhouse, Payne had dropped Wohl off at the door and then searched for a place to park.
There were five spaces near the roundhouse reserved for division chiefs and chief inspectors, and one of them was
empty, but Matt had learned that the sign didn't mean what it said. What itreally meant was that the spaces were reserved for chief inspectors who were also division chiefs, and that other chief inspectors could use the spaces if they happened to find one empty. It did not mean that Staff Inspector Wohl, although he was a division chief, had the right to park there.
None of this was written down, of course. But everyone understood the protocol, and Matt had learned that the senior supervisors in the Department were jealous of the prerogatives of their rank. He had parked the unmarked two-tone Ford farther back in the lot, beside the unmarked cars of other senior supervisors who, like Wohl, were not senior enough to be able to use one of the parking spaces closest to the building.
Unmarked new cars were a prerogative of rank too. Senior supervisors, Matt had learned-chief inspectors and inspectors and some staff inspectors-drove spanking new automobiles, turning them over (" When the ashtrays got full," Wohl had said) to captains, who then turned their slightly used cars over to the lieutenants, who turned their cars over to detectives.
When Special Operations had been formed and had needed a lot of cars from the police garage right away, the system had been interrupted, and some full inspectors and captains hadn't gotten new cars when they thought they were entitled to get them, and they had made their indignation known.
When they got to the two-tone Ford and Matt started to get behind the wheel, Wohl said, "I think I'm going to go home. Where's your car?"
"Bustleton and Bowler," Matt said. "I can catch a ride out there."
Special Operations had set up its headquarters in the Highway Patrol headquarters at Bustleton and Bowler Streets in Northeast Philadelphia.
"No, I have to stop by the office, anyway. I just didn't know if you had to go out there or not," Wohl said, and got in the passenger seat.
Matt drove to North Broad Street and headed north. They had traveled a dozen blocks in silence when Wohl broke the news. "There are allegations that-I don't have to tell you that you don't talk about this, do I?"
"No, sir."