"How about in the morning?" Charley asked.
"You want to go to the movies in the morning?"
"Christ, I'm on the four-to-twelve," he said. "How are we going to
…"
"We could have coffee or something in the mornings," she said. "My first classes aren't until eleven."
He pulled to the curb and smiled at her. She smiled back.
A horn blew impatiently behind him.
Charley, at the last moment, did not shout, "Blow it out your ass, asshole!" at the horn blower. Instead he got out of the Volkswagen and stood on the curb with Margaret McCarthy for a moment.
"I have to go, Charley," she said. "I'll be late."
"Yeah," he said. "I'll call you."
"Call me," she said.
They shook hands. Margaret walked onto the campus.
Charley glowered at the horn blower, who was now smiling nervously, and then got in the Volkswagen and drove off. He remembered that he had not dropped off his dirty uniform at the dry cleaner. It didn't seem to matter. He felt better right now than he could remember feeling in a long time.
Things were looking up. Even things at work were looking up. It didn't make sense that they would call him, and probably Hay-zus, too, to go through that probationary bullshit and pay them overtime. The odds were that Captain Pekach was going to put them back on the street, doing what he knew they already knew how to do: grabbing scumbags.
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"Is Inspector Wohl in his office?" the heavyset, balding man with a black, six-inch-long handmade long filler Costa Rican cigar clamped between his teeth demanded.
"I believe he is, sir," Sergeant Edward Frizell said politely as he picked up his telephone. "I'll see if he's free, sir."
By the time he had the telephone to his ear, Chief Inspector Matt Lowenstein was inside Staff Inspector Peter Wohl's office at the headquarters of the Special Operations Division at Bustleton and Bowler Streets.
Peter Wohl was not at his desk. He was sitting on his couch, his feet up on his coffee table. When he saw Lowenstein come through the door, he started to get up.
"Good morning, Chief," he said.
Lowenstein closed the door.
"I came to apologize," he said. "For what I said last night."
"No apology necessary, Chief."
"I didn't mean what I said, Peter, I was just pissed off."
"You had a right to be," Wohl said. "I would have been."
"At the dago I did. Do. Not at you.Goddamn him! If he wanted to run the Police Department, why didn't he just stay as commissioner?"
"Because when he was commissioner, the mayor could tell him how to run the Department. Now he answers only to God and the voters."
"I'm not so sure how much input he'd take from God," Lowenstein said. "The last I heard, God was never a captain in Highway."
Wohl chuckled. "Would you like some coffee?" he asked.
"Yes, I would, thank you," Lowenstein said.