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"Ask them to come in, please, Tony," Wohl said. He was sitting on the front edge of his desk. Chief Inspector Dennis V. Coughlin and his driver, Sergeant Tom Lenihan, who had come to Bustleton and Bowler ten minutes before, were sitting on the couch.
"Harris has the Lewis kid with him, Inspector. Him too?"
"Why not?"
I recognize your dilemma, Tony, my boy. His Honor the Mayor has told you to keep your eye on things, or words to that effect. And now, with, so to speak, a conference at the highest levels of this little fiefdom about to take place behind a closed door without you, you don' t quite know how to handle it. Are you going to ask if I want you in here? If you do that, it would be tantamount to admitting that you are functioning as the mayor's little birdie. Or are you going, so to speak, to put your ear to the keyhole? Desperately hoping, of course, that I won't catch you at it.
"Yes, sir," Lucci said.
Captains Mike Sabara and David Pekach, Detectives Jason Washington and Tony Harris, and Officer Foster H. Lewis, Jr., filed into the office.
Lieutenant Lucci stood in the open door, almost visibly hoping that he would be told to come in.
"Chief," Wohl said, "do you know Officer Lewis?"
"How are you?" Coughlin said, offering his hand. "I know your dad."
Wohl looked at Lucci in the door, his eyebrows raised in question. Lucci quickly closed the door.
"For reasons I can't imagine, Officer Lewis is known as Tiny," Wohl said. "He's been helping Tony."
There were chuckles and Coughlin said, "Good experience for you, son."
"Tiny, would yo
u ask Lucci to come in here?" Wohl said.
Coughlin looked at Wohl curiously as Tiny went to the door.
Lucci appeared in a moment.
"Tony, get yourself a pad and sit in on this, please," Wohl said. Lucci disappeared for a moment, then returned with a stenographer's notebook and three pencils in his hand.
"Tony, I want you to make note of anything you think the mayor would like to know. I know he's interested in what we're doing, and you're obviously the best person to tell him.
From now on I want you to stay in close touch with him, so that he's up-to-date on what's happening."
"Yes, sir," Lucci said, now very confused.
Coughlin's and Wohl's eyes met for a moment; Wohl thought he saw both amusement and approval in Coughlin's eyes.
This is either proof of my general, all-around brilliance in How to Deal with the Honorable Jerry Carlucci, or one more proof of the adage that when rape is inevitable, the thing to do is relax and enjoy it.
"From now until we can clear these jobs-Officer Magnella, Anthony J. DeZego, and Penelope Detweiler," Wohl began, "I think we should have a meeting like this every day. At this time of day, probably, but that can be changed if need be. And I think we should start by hearing what Tony has."
"I've got zilch," Tony Harris said.
"That's encouraging," Coughlin said sarcastically.
"Officer Magnella, on routine patrol in the 22^nd District," Harris said, "was shot by the side of his RPC near the intersection of Colombia and Clarion between eleven-ten and eleven twenty-five. We know the time because he met with his sergeant at eleven-ten, and the call from the civilian that a cop had been shot came at eleven twentyfive. The medical examiner has determined that the cause of death is trauma caused by five.22-caliber-.22 Long Rifle, specifically-lead bullets, four in the chest, and one in the upper left leg.
"Officer Magnella did not,did not, get on the radio to report that he was doing anything at all. When he met with his sergeant, he did not indicate to him that anything at all was out of the ordinary. In fact, he commented that it had been an unusually quiet night. Neither his sergeant, nor his lieutenant, was aware of him taking any kind of a special interest in anything in his patrol area.Nobody in the 22^nd had any idea that he was on to something special. There have been no reports of any special animosity toward him specifically, or the 22^nd generally.
"There areno known witnesses, except, of course, the civilian who called Emergency and reported him down. That civilian is not identified and has not come forward. Obviously he-the tape suggests it was a male, probably white and probably around forty-doesn't want to get involved.
"No one in the neighborhood heard anything unusual, including shots. A.22 doesn't make a hell of a lot of noise.
"Everything I have been able to turn up suggests that Magnella was a straight arrow. He didn't gamble; he hardly drank; he was about to get married to a girl from his neighborhood; he was a churchgoer; he didn't drink-I said that, didn't I? Anyway, there's nothing to suggest that the shooting was connected to anything in his personal life-"
