"Then I better get going, huh?"
"I don't think it would be a good idea if he saw you here."
Martinez held up the notebook.
"How soon do you want this back?"
"Whenever you're finished with it. Take your time."
Martinez nodded.
"You're doing a good job, Hay-zus," Wohl said. "I think it's just a question of hanging in there with your eyes open."
"Yes, sir."
"Anytime you want to talk, Hay-zus, about anything at all, you have my personal number."
"Yes, sir."
Martinez stood up, looked at Wohl for a moment, long enough for Wohl to suspect that he was about to say something else, but then, as if he had changed his mind, nodded at Wohl.
"Good morning, sir."
Wohl walked to the door with him and touched his shoulder in a gesture of friendliness as Martinez opened it and stepped outside.
****
Wohl had just about finished carefully washing his Jaguar when Detective Payne drove onto the cobblestone driveway in his silver Porsche. It showed signs of just having gone through a car wash. The way Payne was dressed, Wohl thought, he looked like he was about to pose for an advertisement inEsquire -for either Porsche automobiles, twenty-five-year-old Ambassador Scotch, or Hart, Schaffner amp; Marx clothing.
Payne handed Wohl a paper bag.
"Present," he said.
"What is it?"
"The latest miracle automobile polish. It's supposed to go on and off with no perceptible effort, and last for a thousand years."
I am not going to ask him what's on his mind. In his own time, he will tell me.
"And you believe this?"
"Also in the tooth fairy. But hope springs eternal. I didn't think you would be willing to try it on the Jag, but I thought we could run a comparison test. I'll do mine with this stuff, and you do the Jag with your old-fashioned junk…"
"Which comes all the way from England and costs me five ninetyfive a can…"
"…and we'll see which lasts longer. You'll notice mine is also freshly washed."
"In a car wash," Wohl said. "I'm surprised you do that. Those brushes are supposed to be hell on a finish. They grind somebody else' s dirt into your paint."
He's looking at me as if I just told him I don't know how to read.
"You don't believe that?" Wohl asked.
"You know the car wash on Germantown Avenue, right off Easton Road?"
Wohl nodded.
"For four ninety-five, they'll wash your car by hand."