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Christ, was that only this morning?
"In other words, when you and that detective came to the house, you knew, or thought you knew, that Penny was a drug addict?"
"Yes, sir."
"In other words, then, when I allowed you, because I thought you were trying to find out who shot Penny, to paw through her drawers, you and that black detective were actually looking for evidence to support your notion that Penny's taking drugs?"
"No, sir," Matt said. "That's not so."
"Yes, it is, goddamn you! You took advantage of our friendship! That's despicable!"
"Dick, take it easy!" Brewster C. Payne said.
"You better get him out of here before I beat him up," H. Richard Detweiler said.
"Mr. Detweiler-" Matt said.
"Get out of my sight, goddamn you! I never want to see your face again!"
"You can believe this or not, Mr. Detweiler, but we're trying to help Penny," Matt said.
Detweiler stepped menacingly toward Matt.
"Goddamn you!"
Oh, Christ, I don't want to hit him! Matt thought.
His father stepped between them and kept them apart. He motioned with his head for Matt to leave.
Matt felt sick to his stomach. He fled the house and after some difficulty found his car. It was blocked in by several limousines, and he had to find their chauffeurs and get them to move them.
As he started down the drive he saw his father, obviously waiting for him. There was a temptation to pretend he didn't see him, but at the last moment he braked sharply and stopped and rolled down the window.
"You had better be sure of your facts," Brewster C. Payne said, leaning down to the window. "Dick Detweiler is looking for Dr. Dotson right now."
"And if Dotson won't tell him, then what?"
"All I'm saying is that you had better be sure of your facts," his father said.
"There seems to be some doubt in your mind, Dad," Matt said.
"I know that you don't have very much experience as a policeman," his father said. "If you had, you wouldn't have run off at the mouth about any of this to Chad. A lot of damage has been done."
"To whom, Dad?" Matt's mouth ran away with him. "To Penny? Or to your cozy relationship with Nesfoods International?"
"That," Brewster C. Payne said calmly, "was a despicable thing for you to say."
"You think so?" Matt said, his mouth now completely out of control. "Then try this on for size: Our information, as we cops are prone to say, is that Penny Detweiler was not only a coke junkie but was fucking that guinea gangster who got himself blown away. Nice girl, our precious Penny."
Brewster C. Payne looked at Matt intently for a moment, then straightened, turned, and started to walk back to the house.
Matt drove down the driveway and, after one of the rent-a-cops had carefully examined him and the car, was passed out the gate.
A hundred yards down the road he pulled the car to the curb, got out, and took several deep breaths. The technique, alleged to constrain the urge to become nauseous, didn't work.
****
Matt took Lancaster Avenue, which is U.S. Highway 30, into Philadelphia, driving slowly, trying to think of some way he could explain, in the morning, his runaway mouth to Jason Washington. Then it occurred to him that he had to tell Peter Wohl, not Washington, and he had to tell him tonight, not wait until morning.
