Then the smile vanished.
“Who are you?” he asked, and when there no response, angrily demanded, “Sergeant, who the fuck are these people?”
“Watch your mouth, Mr. Daniels,” Sergeant Kenny said. “You see the lady!”
“I’m Sergeant Payne, Mr. Daniels,” Matt said. “And this is Detective Lassiter. We’re from the Homicide Unit of the Philadelphia police department.”
“What do you want with me?” Daniels asked.
“I’m sorry, sir. But that’s about all I can say to you without your attorney being present.”
He turned and walked toward the door through which he had entered the cell block. He stopped just inside, out of sight of the cell, and gestured almost frantically for Kenny to follow him, but Kenny waited until Olivia had turned away from the cell and started for the door.
They both looked at Matt in bewilderment.
Matt frantically silently mouthed something to Sergeant Kenny. He had to do it three times before Kenny understood, thought it over, shrugged, and then dutifully repeated what Matt had mouthed.
“You think that’s your man, Sergeant?” he said, speaking a little more loudly than he normally did.
“No question about it,” Matt boomed, confidently. “That’s him. It all fits. The knife, the mask, the digital camera. Same modus operandi. All we’ll have to do is match the DNA, and there’s no challenging DNA. I’ll start the extradition paperwork tonight.”
Olivia shook her head in disbelief.
Matt gestured for Olivia and Kenny to go through the door. When they had, he closed it.
“Now we call the Black Buddha,” he said to Olivia.
Olivia rolled her eyes.
Oh, shit! There goes my automatic mouth again.
“ ‘The Black Buddha’ is what we call my lieutenant,” Matt said, “who is an African-American gentleman slightly larger than you, Sergeant, and generally regarded as the best homicide investigator between Bangor, Maine, and Key West, Florida.”
“Bigger than me?” Kenny asked.
“Bigger than you, Sergeant,” Olivia said.
Kenny smiled. “How do you start the extradition paperwork? ”
“I haven’t a clue,” Matt confessed. “I’ll ask Lieutenant Washington.”
“What was that business in there?” Kenny asked.
“When I saw that sonofabitch, the idea of him getting a good night’s sleep, thinking he was going to bail himself out of here tomorrow, annoyed me. And then I remembered what Washington told me-”
“The Black Buddha?” Kenny interrupted.
Matt nodded.
“-about the likelihood of a suspect who has (a) time to reflect on his sins and (b) not had much sleep telling you a lot more than he would if he had had neither.”
“You’re not actually thinking of interviewing him?” Olivia asked.
“I’ll do exactly what Washington tells me to do,” Matt said.
“Hello?” a female voice said. Matt recognized it to be that of Martha Washington.
“Matt, Martha,” Matt said.