"No shit?"
"If Mrs. Lanza asked him questions about the airport, he would know the answers," Wohl said.
"Yeah," Harris said thoughtfully.
"That saloon is closed," Wohl said, after looking out the rear window. "Where can I find a telephone around here?"
"There's a pay station on Broad Street. If somebody hasn't ripped it off the wall."
****
"Hello?"
"You awake, Matt?"
"Yes, sir. What's up?"
"You know Martinez's home phone and where he lives?"
"Yes, sir."
"Call him up. Tell him to put his uniform on, then pick him up, and meet me at Moyamensing and South Broad."
"Right now?"
"Right now."
****
The door to the apartment of Mrs. Antoinette Marie Wolinski Schermer opened just a crack. It was evident that she had the chain in place.
"What is it?" Mrs. Schermer asked, her tone mingled annoyance and concern.
"It's the police, Mrs. Schermer," Captain Swede Olsen said. "We're here to talk to Corporal Lanza."
When there was no immediate response, Captain Olsen added, "We know he's here, Tony. Open the door."
The door closed. It remained closed for about a minute, but it seemed much longer than that. And then it opened.
Vito, wearing a sleeveless undershirt and trousers, his hair mussed, stood inside the door.
"Corporal Lanza," Olsen said, "I'm Captain Olsen of Internal Affairs. These are Detectives Martinez and Payne. I think you can guess why we're here."
Vito looked at Martinez and Payne. His surprise registered in his eyes, but then they grew cold and wary.
"What's going on?"
"We want you to get dressed and come with us, Corporal," Olsen said conversationally.
"What for?"
"You know what for, Lanza," Olsen said.
"You got a warrant?"
"No. We don't have a warrant. We don't need a warrant."
"What's the charge?"