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"Inspector," Pekach said, "you know Lieutenant Mikkles, don't you?"
"Sure do," Wohl said. "How are you, Mick?"
Mikkles shook Wohl's hand but didn't say anything.
"Sergeant Dolan's not here," Pekach went on. "He went to the medical examiner's office. They found a plastic bag full of a white crystalline powder on DeZego. He went to check it out."
"Where's the girl?" Wohl asked.
Lieutenant Mikkles pointed to a steel door with INTERVIEW ROOM painted on it.
"You charging her with anything, Mick? Or Officer Payne?"
"We don't have enough to charge either one of them," Mikkles said.
"Just Sergeant Dolan'sfeelingthat they're dirty, right?"
"I really don't know much about this, Inspector," Mikkles said.
"They want Officer Payne and the girl at Homicide to make a statement. Would it be all right with you if I took them there?"
"I don't see any problem with that," Lieutenant Mikkles said.
"What about if I asked Captain Pekach to meet with Sergeant Dolan to ask him what he thinks he's got going here? Would you have any problem with that?"
"Sure. Why not?"
Wohl walked to the interview-room door, opened it, went inside, and closed it after him.
Amanda Spencer, sitting in a steel chair that was bolted to the floor, looked at him warily.
He smiled at her.
"Well,I don't think you did it," he said.
She smiled, a little hesitantly.
"My name is Peter Wohl," he said. "I'm Matt's boss."
"Hello," she said.
"The people who work in Narcotics spend their lives surrounded by the scum of the earth," Wohl said. "Sometimes-and I suppose it's understandable-they seem to forget that there are some nice people left in the world. What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry about this, but I understand why it happened."
"They were just doing their jobs, I suppose," Amanda said. "I mean, there was a shooting-"
"Well, I'm relieved that you understand."
"Can I go now?"
"There's bad news and good news about that," Wohl said. "The bad news is that you still have to make a statement at Homicide. That's in the Police Department Administration Building. I'll get you through that as quickly as possible, but it has to be done."
"That's the good news?" she asked almost lightheartedly.
"No. The good news is that you get to ride down there in my car. I drive a Jaguar XK-120. It's amuch nicer car than that piece of German junk your boyfriend drives."
"I have this strange feeling you're not kidding," Amanda said.
"Do I look like a kidder?"
