"So?" he said with transparent belligerence.
"I was hoping you could tell me who those two gentlemen are," Washington said.
"Haven't the faintest fucking idea. They was just on the street."
"I was wondering why those photographs weren't included in your report, or in the photographs you showed me."
"They wasn't important."
"You wouldn't want to even guess who those two gentlemen are?"
"No, I wouldn't," Dolan said.
"Let's stop the crap, Dolan," Washington said. "This has gone too far."
"Fuck you, Washington," Dolan said, his bravado transparent.
"Payne, get on the phone and tell Inspector Wohl that Sergeant Dolan is being uncooperative," Washington said. "And ask him to please let me know whether he wants to take it from here or whether I should take this directly to Chief Lowenstein. I'll wait here with Sergeant Dolan."
"Yes, sir," Matt said.
"Washington, can I talk to you private?" Dolan asked. "It's not what you think it is."
"How do you know what I think it is?"
"It's dumb but it's not dirty," Dolan said, "is what I mean."
Detective Washington's face registered suspicion and distaste.
"Come on, Washington," Sergeant Dolan said, "I've got as much time on the job as you do. I told you this isn't dirty."
"But you don't want Payne to hear it, right?" Washington said. "So you tell me about it, and later it's your word against mine?"
"That's not it at all," Dolan said.
"Then what is it?"
"Well, okay, then. But not here in the fucking corridor."
Washington let him sweat fifteen seconds, which seemed to be much longer, and then he said, "Okay, Dolan. I know you're a good cop. You and I will find someplace to talk. Alone. And Payne will wait here until we're finished."
Dolan nodded. He looked at Matt Payne. "Nothing personal, Payne."
Matt nodded.
Washington took Dolan's arm and they walked down the wide, highceilinged corridor. Washington opened a door, looked inside, and then held it wide for Dolan to precede him.
Matt waited where he had been told to wait for three or four minutes, and then curiosity got the better of him and he walked down the corridor. Through a very dirty pane of glass he saw Washington and Dolan in an empty courtroom. They were standing beside one of the l
arge, ornately carved tables provided for counsel during trial.
Matt walked back down the corridor to where he had been told to wait.
A minute later Washington and Dolan came out of the courtroom. Dolan walked toward Matt. Washington beckoned for Matt to follow him and then walked quickly in the other direction, toward the staircase. Dolan avoided looking at Matt as he passed him. Matt thought he looked sick.
Washington didn't wait for Matt to catch up with him. On the stair landing Matt looked down and saw Washington going down the stairs two at a time. He ran after him and caught up with him in the courtyard. By then Washington was in his car, and had taken the microphone from the glove compartment.
"W-William One, W-William Seven," Washington said.