The Murderers (Badge of Honor 6)

“Mr. Cassandro, as a public-spirited citizen, is willing to testify against Captain Cazerra, Lieutenant Meyer, and the two police officers. All he asks in exchange is immunity from prosecution.”

“Loudly,” Weisbach said. “Mr. Callis is going to laugh very loudly when you go to him with that.”

“He may even become hysterical,” Wohl said.

“And against the lady,” Giacomo went on. “The madam, what the hell is her name?”

I will be damned, Wohl thought. He’s flustered. Have we really gotten through to Armando C. Giacomo, shattered his famous rocklike confidence?

“Her name is Osadchy, Armando,” Wohl said. “If you have trouble remembering her last name, why don’t you associate it with Hanging Harriet? Same Christian name.”

“Very funny, Peter.”

“By now, Armando, with the egg they have on their face about Mrs. Osadchy,” Weisbach said, “I’ll bet Vice is paying her a lot of attention. They’ll find something, I’m sure, that they can take to the DA.”

“Let’s talk about that,” Giacomo said. “The egg on the face.”

“OK,” Peter said. “The egg on whose face?”

“The Police Department’s.”

“Because we had a couple of dirty cops? There might be some egg on our face because of that, but I think we wiped off most of it this morning,” Weisbach said.

“Not in a public relations sense, maybe. Let me put that another way. The egg you wiped off this morning is going to reappear when you try Captain Cazerra. The trial will last at least two weeks, and there will be a story in every newspaper in Philadelphia every day of the trial. People will forget that he was arrested by good cops; what they’ll remember is that the Department had a dirty captain. And when his trial is over, we will have the trial of Lieutenant Meyer.”

“I reluctantly grant the point,” Peter said.

“On the other hand, for the sake of friendly argument, if Captain Cazerra were to plead guilty and throw himself upon the mercy of the court because he became aware that Mr. Cassandro’s public-spirited testimony was going to see him convicted…”

Or if the mob struck a deal with him, Peter thought. “Take the fall and we’ll take care of your family.” Which is not such an unlikely idea. I wonder why it’s so important that they keep Paulo out of jail. Has he moved up in the mob hierarchy? I’ll pass this on to Intelligence and Organized Crime, anyway.

“…there would only be, on one day only,” Giacomo went on, “a short story, buried in the back pages, that a dishonest policeman had admitted his guilt and had been sentenced. There are people who are wise in public relations, and I would include our beloved mayor among them, who would think that alternative would be preferable to a long and sordid public trial.”

I’m agreeing with him again, which means that I am getting in over my head. I am now going to swim for shore before I drown.

“Before we go in for lunch, Armando, and apropos of nothing whatever, I would suggest that if Mr. Cassandro wants any kind of consideration at all from anybody you know, he’s going to have to come up with more than a possible solution to a public relations problem.”

“I understand, Peter,” Armando said smoothly. “Such as what?”

“You’ve heard about the murder of Officer Jerry Kellog?” Wohl asked.

Giacomo nodded. “Tragic. Shot down in cold blood in his own house, according to the Ledger.”

“The Ledger also implied that a Homicide detective was involved,” Wohl said. “My bet is that it’s related to Narcotics. I would be grateful for any information that would lead the Department down that path.”

“And then there’s the double murder at the Inferno Lounge,” Weisbach said. “Some people think that looks like a contract hit. I think the Department might be grateful for information that would help them there.”

From the look on his face, Peter Wohl thought, he thinks there is a mob connection.

Confirmation came immediately.

“Those people, and you two know this as well as I do, have a code of honor…”

“Call it a code, if you like, but the word ‘honor’ is inappropriate,” Peter said.

“Whatever you want to call it, turning in one of their own violates it,” Giacomo said.

“They also don’t fool around with each other’s wives, either, do they?” Weisbach said. “And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they give a percentage of their earnings from prostitution and drugs to worthy causes and the church. Despite what you may have heard, they’re really not bad people, are they, Armando?”