Why the hell can’t I remember her name?
“Hey, Matt. Glad I caught you.”
“What’s up, Inspector?”
“Peter Wohl asked me to call you. We’ll be working together on the Five Squad mess.”
“Yes, sir. I spoke with the inspector earlier. He said he thought we’d get stuck with that.”
“I’m going to get together with everybody in the morning, nine o’clock, your office. But what I’m calling about now is the tapes.”
“Yes, sir.”
“It seems to me the first thing we need is the tapes. How are they coming?”
“Slowly and painfully.”
Weisbach chuckled.
“Captain Sabara said you were working on them late last night.”
“Yes, sir.”
“How would you like some more overtime, Detective Payne?”
“I’m very much afraid the inspector means tonight,” Matt said.
“Other plans, Matt? Unbreakable?”
“No, sir. I can go out there. But, Inspector, I can’t finish them tonight.”
“Maybe we can come up with something tomorrow. Get you some help. But the more I could have before the meeting tomorrow, the better.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll go out there and do what I can.”
“I appreciate it, Matt. Maybe I can make it up to you.”
“I’ll do what I can, sir.”
“Thank you, Matt. See you in the morning.”
“Yes, sir.”
Matt put the telephone back in its cradle.
“Shit!” he said.
His doorbell sounded.
“Now what?”
He had an intercom, but it was less trouble to go down the stairs and open the door than to use it, and he did so.
The two men he had seen in the lobby were standing there.
“Matthew Payne?” the taller one said.
Matt nodded.