"What's going on here?" Pekach said. He did not like being teased about Miss Martha Peebles. "Lucci said something about young Payne?"
"Narcotics brought him and his girlfriend here. I don't know why," Wohl said. "That's why I'm here."
"Give me a minute to park the car, Inspector," Captain Pekach said, "and I'll come with you. Or would I be in the way?"
"I didn't send for you, Dave, but I'm glad to see you," Wohl said.
He held out his badge and photo identification to Officer Wise.
"Oh, that's all right, Inspector," Officer Wise said, waving it away. "Sorry to bother you."
Officer Wise decided that his chances of being transferred to Special Operations had just dropped from slim to zero. He had put this encounter all together now. The young guy in the silly cap and skyblue pants was Peter Wohl, who although "only" a staff inspector, was the Special Operations division commander.
"No bother," Wohl said as Pekach got back in his car and drove it toward a work shed near the gasoline pump.
"Inspector, I'm sorry about this," Officer Wise said.
"Never be sorry for doing your job," Wohl said. "And don't worry, you're not the only one who doesn't think I look like a cop. I get that from my father all the time."
A moment later Captain Pekach walked up to them again.
"They're searching a silver Porsche back there," he said, pointing to the work shed.
"Are they really?" Wohl said. "Dave, while I go ask what they're looking for, why don't you go inside and nose around."
"You going to come in, or should I come back when I find out?"
"I'll come in," Wohl said, and walked to the work shed.
Both doors of the Porsche, and the hoods over the rear engine compartment and the in-front trunk, were open when Wohl walked up to the car. Two Narcotics officers in plain-clothes looked up at Wohl. He flashed his badge.
"What are you looking for?" Wohl asked.
"Sergeant Dolan brought it in. He says they probably got rid of it by now but to check, anyway."
"Got rid of what?"
"Probably cocaine," one of the Narcotics cops said.
"You've got a search warrant?"
"No. The owner's a cop. We have permission."
"What makes you think it's dirty?" Wohl asked.
"Sergeant Dolan thinks he-and it-is," the cop replied. "How else would a cop get the dough for a car like this?"
"Maybe he's lucky at cards," Wohl said. "You find anything?"
The cop shook his head no, then said, "Dolan said we probably wouldn't."
Wohl smiled at them and then walked to the Narcotics Building.
He found Officer Matthew Payne, his black bow tie untied and his top collar button open, sitting on one of a row of folding chairs in a room on the first floor.
Payne stood up when he saw Wohl, but Wohl waved him back into his seat and walked down the room to a door marked NO ADMITTANCE and pushed it open.
Captain Pekach and a tall, very thin, bald-headed man in his fifties were inside.