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"Nothing, I suppose," Lieutenant Lewis said. "It's a little unusual, that's all. Eat your cake."
ELEVEN
The normally open gate of the Detweiler estate in Chestnut Hill, like the gate at the Browne place in Merion, was now both closed and guarded by rent-a-cops.
When Matt pulled the nose of Penelope Detweiler's Mercedes against the gate, one of them, a burly man in a blue suit, came through a small gate within the gate and looked down at Matt.
"May I help you, sir?"
"We're returning Miss Detweiler's car," Matt said.
"'We,' sir?"
"I'm a cop," Matt said, and jerked his thumb toward Jason Washington, who was following him in the unmarked Ford. "And so is he."
"You expected?"
"No."
"I'll have to call, sir."
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"Tell them it's Matt Payne."
The rent-a-cop looked at him strangely and then said, "Matt Payne. Yes, sir."
He went back through the small gate, entered the gate house, and emerged a moment later to swing the left half of the double gate open. He waved Matt through.
H. Richard Detweiler, himself, answered the door. He had a drink in his hand.
"Boy, that was quick!" he said. "Come in, Matt."
"Sir?"
"I just this second got off the phone with Czernick," Detweiler said. "Penny was worried about her car, so I called him and asked about it, and he said he'd have it sent out here."
"I think we probably were on our way when you called him, Mr. Detweiler," Matt said. "Mr. Detweiler, this is Detective Washington."
"I was just talking about you too," Detweiler said, offering Washington his hand. "Thad Czernick told me you're the best detective in the Department."
"Far be it from me to question the commissioner's judgment," Washington said. "How do you do, Mr. Detweiler?"
Detweiler chuckled. "Oh, about as well as any father would be after just seeing a daughter who looks like the star of a horror movie."
"We saw Miss Detweiler earlier this morning," Washington said.
"So she said. That was kind of you, Matt. And you, too, Mr. Washington."
"I think you'll be surprised to see how quickly that discoloration goes away, Mr. Detweiler," Washington said.
"I hope," Detweiler said. "I needed a drink when I got back here. I'd offer you one, but I know-"
"That would be very nice, thank you," Washington said.
"Oh, you can take a drink on duty?" Detweiler asked. "Fine. I always feel depraved drinking alone. Let's go in the bar."
He led them to a small room off the kitchen.
