"Yeah, I know him. He's sort of an asshole."
"Damn! Jerry?"
"No," O'Dowd said, after a moment to think it over. "I don't think so."
"What's going on around here?" Wohl asked.
"We're waiting for the phone to ring," Matt Payne said.
"I'm beginning to suspect the mad bomber is not going to call," Tony Harris said.
"Spare me the sarcasm, please," Wohl snapped.
"Sorry," Harris said, sounding more or less contrite.
"I need somebody to surveil Lanza from right now until about eight," Wohl said. "O'Dowd, I think you're elected."
"Yes, sir."
"You know a Sergeant Sanders? Officer Hansen?"
"Both."
"Okay. They're sitting on Lanza, who went on duty at three at the airport. I presume they're parked someplace where they can watch Lanza's car."
"Yes, sir."
"I've got O'Mara looking for an unmarked car for you."
"I've got my car here, Inspector, if that would help."
"No. You might have to follow this guy, and you'd need a radio."
"Let him take mine," Harris said.
You have tried, Detective Harris, and succeeded in making amends, for letting your loose mouth express your dissatisfaction for being here, instead of in Homicide.
"Good idea. Thank you, Tony," Wohl said. "How are you with a camera, O'Dowd?"
"I can work one."
"Take Larsen's camera from him," Wohl ordered. "Payne, you follow him down there. On the way, unless there's some around here, get some film. I'm sure it's 35mm. Sergeant O'Dowd will have the rolls of film Hansen has shot. Take them to the Roundhouse, have them developed and printed. Four copies, five by seven. Right then. If they give you any trouble, call me. Take a look at the pictures. See if you recognize anybody from your trip to the Poconos. If you do, call me. In fact, call me in any case. Then take three copies of the prints to Captain Olsen, in Internal Affairs. Bring the fourth set out here, and leave them on my desk."
"Yes, sir."
"Could I help, sir?" Officer Lewis asked.
"Looking for a little overtime, Tiny? Or are you bored waiting for the phone to ring?"
The moment the words were out of his mouth, Wohl regretted them, and wondered why he had snapped at Lewis.
"More the bored than the overtime, sir," Tiny Lewis said. There was a hurt tone in his voice.
"When do you knock off here?"
"Five, sir."
"When your replacement comes, change into civilian clothing, and then go see if you can make yourself useful to Sergeant O'Dowd. You don't know Corporal Lanza, do you?"