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Wohl looked at him as if confused.
"Oh, that's right," he said. "You guys don't know about the FBI agents, do you?"
Both shook their heads.
He told them.
"So what Payne was really doing at Hahneman Hospital was less playing at detective than trying to get my chestnuts out of the fire," he concluded. "The poor bastard waited for me out there, in that pathetic innocence, really thinking that now that he had solved this shooting, it would get me off the hook for making an ass of myself with the FBI."
"Shit," Pekach said.
"If I was him, I'd quit," Wohl said. "But if he doesn't, I'll-I don't know how-try to get the word around the 12^th that he's really a good kid."
"I know Harry Feldman over there," Sabara said.
"He's the captain?"
"Yeah. I'll have a word with him," Sabara said.
"Thanks. Not surprising me at all, it seems to have turned out that Payne's new boss hates my ass. Do you think Czernick knew that?"
"I know a couple of guys in the 12^th," Pekach said. "I'll talk to them."
"What do you think is going to happen about the FBI?" Sabara asked.
"If Duffy doesn't know about the photographs yet, or of me going down there out of channels, he will shortly," Wohl said. "And from there, how long will it take him to walk down the corridor from his office to Czernick's?"
"Give Czernick Dolan," Sabara said. "That wasn't your fault."
"I might have done the same thing," Wohl said. "Those two looked like your standard, neatly dressed, shiny-shoes 'Look at me, Ma, I'm a G-man' FBI agents, just begging for the needle. I won't give Czernick Dolan. What he did was dumb, but not dumb enough to lose his pension over it, and that's what Czernick's reaction would be. Anyway, all Czernick is interested in doing is covering his ass in front of the mayor. I'm on his list now, so just let him add the photographs to everything else I've done wrong or shown a lack of judgment doing."
"Dolan won't do anything like that again, Peter," Pekach said.
"You're not defending the son of a bitch, Dave, are you?" Sabara asked.
"I should have added 'when I'm through with him,' " Pekach said.
"Well, what's done is done," Sabara said. "Let's go get some lunch."
"I've got to meet someone for lunch," Pekach said.
"Is that what they call a nooner, Dave?" Wohl asked mischievously. Then he saw the look on Pekach's face. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
Pekach's face showed the apology was inadequate.
"What that is, Dave," Wohl said, "is a combination of a bad day and a bad case of jealousy. But I was out of line, and I'm sorry."
"I already forgot it," Pekach said. Both his face and his tone of voice made it clear that was far short of the truth.
"I'll buy lunch," Captain Mike Sabara said, "providing it doesn't go over two ninety-five."
Wohl chuckled. "Thanks, Mike, I really hate to pass that up, but I've got plans too. Maybe it would be a good idea if you hung around here until either Dave or I get back."
"You got it," Sabara said. "I'll send out for something. You want to tell me where you're going?"
"If you need me, put it on the radio," Wohl said. He looked at Dave Pekach. "If you're still sore, Dave, I'm still sorry."
"I just don't like people talking that way about her," Pekach blurted. "It's not like what everybody thinks."
