"One car, plus a sergeant who was in the area."
"Did you talk to them? Was it a good shooting?"
"It looks that way. They shot first. The lieutenant-what the hell is his name?-"
Wohl and Sabara shrugged their shoulders.
"-not only identified himself as a police officer, but used an electronic megaphone to do it. One of the doersthen shot at him and another Stakeout guy. When he was down, the other doer started shooting. It looks to me like it was clearly justified."
"The commissioner seemed a little unsure," Wohl said. "Open the door, Dave, and see if O'Mara's out there. If he is, have him lasso Jack."
"I'll tell you who was also at the Acme, Peter, in case you haven' t heard. Matt Payne."
"I heard. I saw Henry Quaire in the Roundhouse."
"This time he was a spectator," Sabara said.
Pekach came back into the office, followed by a uniformed lieutenant, John J. "Jack" Malone, who showed signs of entering middle age. His hairline was starting to recede; there was the suggestion of forming jowls, and he was getting a little thick around the middle.
"Good morning, sir," he said.
"Close the door, Jack, please," Wohl said. "Gentlemen, I don't believe you've met the new commanding officer of Dignitary Protection?"
Malone misinterpreted what Wohl had intended as a little witticism. The smile vanished from his face. It grew more than sad, bitter.
"When did that happen, sir?" he asked.
Wohl saw that his little joke had laid an egg, and he was furious with himself for trying to be clever. Malone thought he was being told, kindly, that he was being transferred out of Special Operations. And with that came the inference that he had been found wanting.
"About ten minutes ago, Jack," Wohl said, "which is ten minutes after the commissioner told me we now have Dignitary Protection. Have you
got something against taking it over?"
"Not here," Malone said, visibly relieved. "I thought I was being sent to the Roundhouse."
Well, that's flattering. He likes it here.
"Do you know a sergeant by the name of Henkels?"
"Yes, sir, I know him."
"There is something in your tone that suggests that you are not especially impressed with the sergeant."
"There used to be a Sergeant Henkels in Central Cell Room," Pekach volunteered. "If it's the same guy, he has a room temperature IQ."
"That's him, Captain. I guess they moved him upstairs," Malone said.
The Central Cell Room was in the Police Administration Building.
"Well, Sergeant Henkels and his Dignitary Protection files are about to be transferred out here. Into your capable command, Lieutenant Malone."
"Oh, God. He's a real dummy, Inspector. God only knows how he got to be a sergeant."
"Well, I'm sure you will find a way to keep the sergeant usefully occupied."
"How about sending him to Wheel School and praying he breaks his neck?" Malone suggested.
"I don't think there will be time to do that before the Vice President comes to town," Wohl said.