"Then what did you mean, Uncle Brew, when you said 'ex-boss'?"
"I've been transferred back to Special Operations, Dad," Matt said.
"When did that happen?"
"Yesterday."
"What are you going to do over there, as a detective?"
"Well, for one thing," Penny said proudly, "he's going to protect the Vice President when he comes to Philadelphia."
Jesus, you have ears like a fox, don't you?
"What I'm going to do," Matt said quickly, "is meet theSecret Service guy who is going to protect the Vice President at 30^th Street Station."
And that gives me my excuse to get out of here.
"I don't understand," Brewster Payne said.
"He and Wohl are playing King of the Mountain," Matt said. "He wanted our guy to go to the Secret Service office. Wohl wanted him to come to his. Wohl won. I pick up this guy at 30^th Street Station in the morning, and drive him to see Wohl." He looked at his watch. " Which means I have to leave now if I am to have a nice clean suit to wear to meet this guy."
"Oh, finish your drink," H. Richard Detweiler said. "And are you sure you don't want something to eat?"
"I had a steak an hour ago that must have weighed three pounds," Matt said. "Thank you, no."
He drained his drink and set it on the table.
"I know you're busy, dear," his mother said, "but if you could try to find time in your schedule to come see your frail and aged mother, I would be so grateful."
H. Richard Detweiler stood up and shook Matt's hand in both of his.
"Thank you, Matt. Don't be a stranger."
"Thank you, sir."
"I think I left my scarf in your car," Penny said. "I'll walk you out."
When they got to the Porsche, she said, "I didn't have a scarf. I just wanted to thank you for being so nice to me."
"No thanks necessary," he said, and then his mouth ran away with him. "Whenever I'm with a pretty blonde, I automatically shift into the seduce mode. Nothing personal."
She seemed startled for a moment, but only for a moment.
"Just to clear the air," Penny said. "It worked."
And her hand, ever so lightly, but obviously intentionally, grazed his crotch.
"I'd let you kiss me, but they're watching."
She stepped away from him, and said, loud enough for their parents to hear, "You heard what Daddy said, don't be a stranger."
He got quickly into the Porsche and dro
ve away.
TWELVE
Peter Wohl was only mildly surprised when he turned onto Rockwell Avenue and saw a gleaming black Cadillac limousine parked before the comfortable house in which he had grown up. He didn't have to look at the license plate to identify it as the official vehicle provided by the City of Philadelphia to transport its mayor; the trunk was festooned with shortwave antennae, and the driver, now leaning on the front fender conversing with two other similarly dressed, neatappearing young men, was obviously a police officer. There were two other cars, almost identical to Wohl's, parked just beyond the Cadillac.