I'll show Payne the photograph and then throw him out.
"Yes, sir?"
"Excuse me, Charley. This won't take a minute," Wohl said, and handed Matt the photograph. "You ever see this woman before?"
Matt looked at it.
"That's the girl Lanza had in the Poconos."
"Okay. Call Captain Olsen in Internal Affairs and tell him that," Wohl ordered.
"Right now?"
"Right now," Wohl said sharply.
"Peter," Larkin said. "Excuse me, but is that as important as our lunatic?"
No, of course it isn't. I am just having one of my goddamned bad days. What the hell is the matter with me?
"No, of course not," Wohl said. "Sorry. Payne, that will wait."
"Yes, sir."
"I'm reasonably sure, Peter, that we know where our man has been," Larkin said. "But we don't have an idea who he is, or where."
"What happened in New Jersey?"
"A deputy sheriff came across a piece of steel that showed evidence of having been involved in a high-explosive detonation," Larkin said. "Actually, he ran over it. Anyway, an ATF guy out of Atlantic City ran it down, and they called us. What we found, in a garbage dump in the middle of the Pine Barrens, were half a dozen railroad station, airline terminal, bus station rental lockers that had been, recently, blown up. The ATF expert said he was almost sure it was Composition C-4, and that it was set up with GI detonators. This guy knows his way around explosives."
"That's not good news, is it?"
"It may not be all bad. It may give us a line on him. We're already back-checking with the military. And if he knows what he's doing, that would lessen the chance of his explosives going off accidentally."
"But you don't know who he is?"
"That's the bad news. Where we stand is that the FBI is searching records in the county courthouse over there to find out who owns the property. There's a house, more of a cabin, on the property. Someone has been there in the past week or ten days, which coincides with when the ATF explosives guy says the explosions took place. And, for a cabin, the place was out-of-the-ordinary neat and clean. Which ties in with the psychological profile. Both of them. Ours and Dr. Payne's. I have a gut feeling he could be our guy."
"But no name?"
"Not yet. And I could be wrong. Maybe the people who own the property have nothing to do with what happened there. But that's all we have to go on, unless we get a name from the Defense Department, some explosives guy with mental problems."
"How can we help?" Wohl asked.
"If wecome up with a name, we're going to have to move fast. It would help if we had a search warrant that had the important parts left blank."
"Denny Coughlin," Wohl said. "I'll call him. He's good at that. He knows every judge in the city."
"You're not?"
"There's a Superior Court judge named Findermann in the slam," Wohl said. "Since I put him there, I have not been too popular with the bench."
"The only people worse than doctors and Congressmen when it comes to protecting their own are judges," Larkin said, and then went on: " If we get a name and an address,and a search warrant, we'll need some explosives people, maybe even a booby-trap expert."
"I thought of that," Wohl said. "We call it 'Ordnance Disp
osal.' It's in the Special Patrol Bureau. When I called over there, they told me, 'You tell us where, and we'll be there in ten minutes.'"
"Good. I appreciate your cooperation, Peter."