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"Dave Pekach had dinner with his girlfriend-"
"The Peebles woman? That one?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'm going off on a tangent," the mayor said. "What about that? Is that going to embarrass the Department?"
"No. I don't think so," Wohl said. "Unless a police captain acting like a teenager in love for the first time is embarrassing."
The mayor was not amused. "She has friends in very high places," he said coldly. "Do you think maybe you should drop a hint that he had better treat her right?"
"I don't think that's necessary, Mr. Mayor," Wohl said. "Dave Pekach is really a decent guy. And they're really in love."
The mayor considered that dubiously for a moment but finally said, "If you say so, Peter, okay. But what we don't need is any more rich people pissed off at the Department than we already have. Arthur J. Nelson and Dick Detweiler is enough already. So he had dinner with her
…"
"At Ristorante Alfredo," Wohl went on. "He had made reservations. When he got there, Vincenzo Savarese was there. He gave him- I'm cutting corners here."
"You're doing fine," the mayor said.
"A little speech about being grateful for a favor Dave had done for him-nothing dirty there, just Dave being nice to a girl he didn't know was Savarese's granddaughter. You want to hear about that?"
"Not unless it's important."
"Savarese said thank you for the favor, and then Ricco Baltazari gave Dave a matchbook, said Dave dropped it. Inside was a name and address. Black guy named Marvin P. Lanier. Small-time. Says he's a gambler. Actually he's a pimp. And according to two of Dave's undercover cops-Martinez and McFadden, the two who caught the junkie who killed Dutch Moffitt-Lanier sometimes transports cocaine from Harlem."
"You've lost me," the mayor said. "What's a nigger pimp got to do with precious Penny Detweiler?"
"Last night Martinez and McFadden saw Lanier. They had been using him as a snitch. Lanier told them, quote, a guinea shot Tony the Zee, unquote."
"He had a name?" the mayor asked.
"He was supposed to come up with one by four o'clock this afternoon," Wohl said.
"You think he will?"
"Lanier got popped last night. Five shots with a.38," Wohl said. "Do you know Joe D'Amata of Homicide?"
"Yeah."
"He got the job. Because there was a Highway car seen at the crime scene, he came out to Bustleton and Bowler first thing this morning to see what we had on Lanier."
"Which was?"
"Nothing. Martinez and McFadden were in the car. Working on their own."
"I'm having a little trouble following all this, Peter," the mayor said, almost apologetically.
"When McFadden and Martinez saw Lanier, they took a shotgun away from him. Joe D'Amata said Lanier had a shotgun under his bed. So I thought maybe there was a tie-in-"
"How?"
"Savarese pointed us to this guy. DeZego was popped with a shotgun. Lanier had two. Lanier gets killed."
"What about the shotgun? Shotguns?"
"I sent them to the lab."
