Grinning from ear to ear, Matt returned to the kitchen. The Taylor ham was burned black, and the kitchen was full of smoke, but it didn’t seem to matter.
He burned his hand transferring the smoking pan to the sink, but that didn’t seem to matter either.
He was annoyed when the telephone went off again.
That has to be Wohl, Weisbach, or Washington about to ruin my good feeling.
“Hello.”
“You don’t sound like you’re in a very good mood, but at least I know where you are,” Amanda said.
“God is in His heaven and all is right with the world. I’m a little surprised He chose Daffy as His messenger, but who am I to question the Almighty?”
She giggled.
“She said she was going to call,” Amanda said.
“When am I going to see you?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether or not you have guests in your apartment.”
“No guests. Tomorrow night? How are you going to get away from Daffy?”
“So far as tomorrow night is concerned, I’ll think of something. Are you tied up tonight?”
“Where are you?”
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bsp; “Thirtieth Street Station. I decided to take a chance and come down tonight.”
“Jesus!”
“Are you tied up tonight?”
“No, but if you’re into that sort of thing, I’m willing to try anything once.”
“Matt!”
“You bring the rope; I already have handcuffs.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
“OK,” she said, and the phone went dead.
He walked quickly into the bedroom.
The bed had been changed, and was neatly turned down.
He went into the living room, put the answering machine on On, shut off the telephone bell, and then went quickly down the stairs.
A conference was held vis-à-vis the investigation of allegations of corruption within the Narcotics Unit after the tapes taken from the pile of burned garbage had been analyzed at some length.Present were Chief Inspector Matt Lowenstein, Inspector Peter Wohl, Staff Inspector Mike Weisbach, and the Honorable Jerry Carlucci. The conference was held in the living room of Chief Inspector Augustus Wohl (Retired).