"They're giving me the runaround," Washington went on. "I didn't push it. Incidentally, they've got a couple of Wackenhut Security guys down there guarding her room. One of them is a retired sergeant from Northwest detectives."
"I'm not surprised. The victim, according to the paper-have you seen the papers?"
Washington nodded.
"Is the Nesfoods Heiress," Wohl concluded.
"Which is something I should keep in mind, right?" Washington laughed.
"Right," Wohl said. "There's coffee, Jason, while you're waiting for Payne."
"Thank you," Washington said, and went to the coffee-brewing machine.
Wohl picked up one of the telephones on his desk.
"When Officer Payne comes in, don't let him get away," he said, and then, "Okay. Tell him to wait." He turned to Washington. " Payne's outside."
"I think he might get some answers I couldn't," Washington said. " Is that all right with you?"
There was a just perceptible hesitation before Wohl replied, "Like I said, whatever you want, Jason."
"You know what I'm asking," Washington said.
"Yeah. I think we have to give him the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise. I think he knows he's a cop."
"Yeah, so do I. And I really think he might be useful. I don't have a hell of a lot of experience with Nesfoods Heiresses."
"Don't let them worry you," Wohl said. "Dave Pekach seems to do very well with heiresses."
"How about that?" Washington laughed. "Is that as serious as I hear?"
"Take a look at his watch," Wohl said. "He had a birthday."
"What's he got?"
"A gold Omega with about nine dials," Wohl said. "It does everything but chime. Maybe it does that too."
"Well, good for him," Washington said. He put down his coffee cup and stood up and shot his cuffs.
"I'll keep you up-to-date," he said. "Thanks for the coffee."
"Let me know if I can help," Wohl said.
"I will. Count on it," Washington said.
He walked out of Peter Wohl's office. Matt Payne was leaning over the desk of Wohl's administrative sergeant.
"Still have your driver's license, Matthew?" Washington said.
"Yes, sir."
"The next time you say 'Yes, sir' to me, I will spill something greasy on that very nice sport coat," Washington said. "Come on, hotshot, take me for a drive." He saw the look on Matt's face and added, "I fixed it with the boss."
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"Frankly," H. Russell Dotson, M.D., a short, plump man in a faintly striped dark blue suit that Jason Washington thought was very nice, indeed, said, "I'm very reluctant to permit you to see Miss Detweiler-"
"I understand your concern, Doctor," Washington said. "May I say two things?"