"This is supposed to be the serving pantry," he said, motioning them to take stools set against a narrow counter under and above the glass-fronted cupboards. The cupboards held canned goods, and there was an array of bottles on the counter.
"I'm not exactly sure what a butler's pantry is supposed to be for," Detweiler went on, reaching for a bottle of gin. "My grandfather copied this place from a house in England, so it came with a butler's pantry. Anyway, whatwe serve here is liquor. Help yourself."
"Matt, if you would splash a little of that Johnny Walker Black in a glass, and alittle water, andone ice cube?" Washington said.
"You sound like a man who appreciates good Scotch and knows how to drink it," Detweiler said.
"I try," Washington said.
Matt made two drinks to Washington's specifications, handed him one, and raised his own.
"To Penny's recovery," he said.
"Hear, hear," Washington said.
"Penny," Detweiler said, his voice breaking."Goddamn whoever did that to her!"
"I'm sure He will," Washington said, "but we would like to get our licks in on him before he gets to the Pearly Gates."
Detweiler looked at him, smiling.
"Good thinking," he said.
The telephone on the counter buzzed; one of the four lights on it lit up. Detweiler made no move to answer it.
"Have you found out anything, Mr. Washington? What's going on?"
"Well, frankly, Mr. Detweiler, we don't have much to go on. The theory I'm working under is that Miss Detweiler was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time-"
"Is there another theory? Theories?"
"Well, I've been doing this long enough to know the hazards of reaching premature conclusions-" Washington said.
"Goddamn," Detweiler said, angrily grabbing for the phone, which had continued to buzz, "we keep six in help here, and whenever the phone rings, theyall disappear." He put the handset to his ear and snarled, "Yes?"
There was a pause.
"This is Dick Detweiler, Commissioner. I wish I could get people as efficient as yours. No sooner had I put down the phone than Matt Payne and Detective Washington drove up with my daughter's car. I'm impressed with the service."
There was an inaudible reply to this, then Detweiler said, "Thank you very much, Commissioner." He extended the phone to Washington. "He wants to talk to you."
"Yes, sir."
"Watch yourself out there, Washington. And when you leave, call me and let me know how it went."
The phone went dead in Washington's ear.
"Yes, of course, Commissioner," Washington said after a pause that sounded longer than it was. "Thank you very much, sir. Good-bye, sir."
He handed the telephone to Detweiler.
"The commissioner asked me to impress upon you, Mr. Detweiler, that the Department is doing everything humanly possible to get to the bottom of this, to find whoever did this to your daughter. He said that I was to regard this case as my first priority."
"Thank you," Detweiler said. "That's very good of him."
"We were talking, a moment ago, about other theories," Washington said. "I think one of the possibilities we should consider is robbery."
"Robbery?"