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"Yes, sir. See you, Mickey."
O'Hara waited until Matt Payne had politely loaded Amanda Spencer into the Porsche, gotten behind the wheel, and was fed into the line of traffic by the Traffic sergeant before speaking.
"Nice kid, that boy," he said.
"So I hear," Lieutenant Lewis said.
"What does he have to do before he comes back here?"
"Tell H. Richard Detweiler that his daughter was found lying in a pool of blood on the roof of this place; somebody popped her with a shotgun," Lewis said.
"No shit? Detweiler's daughter? Is she dead?"
"No. Not yet, anyway. They just took her to Hahneman. There's another victim up there. White man. He got his head blown off."
"Robbery?" Mickey O'Hara asked. "With a shotgun? Who is he?"
"We don't know."
"Can I go up there?" Mickey asked.
"I'll go with you," Lewis said, and gestured toward the stairwell.
Between the third and fourth floors of the Penn Services Parking Garage, Lieutenant Lewis and Mr. O'Hara encountered Detective Lawrence Godofski of Homicide coming down the stairs.
Godofski had a plastic bag in his hand. He extended it to Lieutenant Lewis.
"Whaddayasay, Larry?" Mickey O'Hara said.
"How goes it, Mickey?"
The plastic bag contained a leather wallet and a number of cards, driver's license, and credit cards, which apparently had been removed from the wallet.
Lieutenant Lewis examined the driver's license through the clear plastic bag and then handed it to Mickey O'Hara. The driver's license had been issued to Anthony J. DeZego, of a Bouvier Street address in South Philadelphia, an area known as Little Italy.
"I'll be damned," Mickey O'Hara said. "Tony the Zee. He's the body?"
Detective Godofski nodded.
"This is pretty classy for Tony the Zee, getting himself blown away like this," O'Hara said. "The last I heard, he was driving a shrimp-and-oyster reefer truck up from the Gulf Coast."
"Godofski," Lieutenant Lewis said, "have you thought about bringing Organized Crime in on this?"
"Yes, sir. I was about to do just that."
"You find anything else interesting up there?"
Godofski produced another plastic bag, this one holding two fired shotshell cartridges.
"Number seven and a halfs," he said. "Rabbit shells."
"No gun?"
"No shotgun. Tony the Zee had a.38, a Smith and Wesson Undercover, in an ankle holster. I left it there for the lab guys. He never got a chance to use it."
"What the hell has H. Richard Detweiler's daughter got to do with a second-rate guinea gangster like Tony the Zee?" Mickey O'Hara asked rhetorically.
