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Officer McFadden hesitated a moment and then said, "Okay, Marvin. You got it. You paid your phone bill? Still got the same number?"
"Yes."
"Be home at four tomorrow afternoon. Have something to tell me when I call you."
"I'll try."
"You better do more than try, you cocksucker. You better have something!" Officer Martinez said.
He picked up the shotgun and walked to the RPC and put it under the front seat.
"Marvin, I'm trusting you," McFadden said seriously. "Don't let me down."
Then he walked to the RPC and got in.
"We didn't ask him about Magnella," Hay-zus said as he turned right on Haverford Avenue and headed back toward the Schuylkill Expressway.
"I think he was telling the truth," Charley said. "About what he heard, I mean, about some guinea popping Tony the Zee. I wanted to stay with that."
"I think his sister had a baby too," Hay-zus said. "But we should have asked him about Magnella, anyway."
"So we didn't," Charley said. "So what do we do with what we got?"
"You mean the shotgun?"
"I mean, who do we tell what he said about who shot DeZego?"
"Shit, I didn't even think about that. Big Bill will have a shit fit and have our ass if we tell him what we done."
Sergeant Big Bill Henderson, in his little pep talk, had made it clear that, except in cases of hot pursuit, or in responding to an officer-needs-assistance call, they were not to leave their assigned patrol route; in other words, since they were notreal Highway Patrolmen, they could not, asreal Highway cops could, respond to any call that sounded interesting, or head for any area of their choosing where things might be interesting.
"Well, we can't just sit on it," Charley said.
"Captain Pekach," Hay-zus said thoughtfully after a moment.
"He's not on duty and he's not at home. We saw him and the rich lady, remember?"
"In the morning," Hay-zus said. "We'll ask to see him first thing in the morning."
"He's liable to be pissed. You think about that?"
"Well, you said it, we can't just sit on what Marvin told us."
"Maybe we could just tell Washington."
"And he tells somebody what we told him, like Big Bill, or even the inspector? It's gotta be Captain Pekach."
Charley's silence meant agreement.
A moment later Charley asked, "What about the shotgun?"
"We run it through the NCIC computer to see if it's hot."
"And if it is?"
"Then we turn it in."
"And burn Marvin? Which means we have to explain how we got it."
