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"Matt," Wohl said. "Go get Captains Sabara and Pekach. I want them to meet Charley here."
"Yes, sir. Lieutenant Malone?"
"Him too," Wohl said.
As Matt started down the corridor to Sabara's office, where he suspected they would all be, he heard Larkin say, "Nice-looking kid."
"I think he'll make a pretty good cop."
That's very nice. But it's sort of a left-handed compliment. It suggests I will probably be a pretty good cop sometime in the future. So what does that make me now?
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Wohl made the introductions, and they all shook hands.
"There is a new game plan," Wohl said. "There is something I didn' t know until a few minutes ago about Mr. Larkin. He and my dad are old pals, and that changes his status from one of them to one of us. And I've already told him that we don't know zilch about what's expected of us. So we're all here to learn. The basic rule is what he asks for, he gets. Mr. Larkin?"
"The first thing you have to understand," Larkin said seriously, " is that the Secret Service never makes a mistake. Our people here in Philadelphia told me that the man in charge of this operation was Inspector Wall. Peter has promised to have his birth certificate altered so that our record will not be tarnished."
He got the chuckles he expected.
"The way this usually works," Larkin went on, "is that our special agent in charge here will come up with the protection plan. I'll get a copy of it, to see if he missed anything, then we present it to you guys and ask for your cooperation. Then, a day or so before the actual visit, either me, or one of my guys, will come to town and check everything again, and check in with your people."
He paused, and looked in turn at everyone in the room-including Matt, which Matt found flattering.
"This time," he went on, "there's what I'm afraid may be a potential problem. Which is why I'm here, and so early."
He picked his briefcase up from the floor, laid it on his lap, opened it, and took out a plastic envelope.
"This is the original," he said, handing it to Wohl. "I had some Xeroxes made."
He passed the Xeroxes around to the others. They showed an envelope addressed to the Vice President of the United States, and the letter that envelope had held.
Dear Mr. Vice President:
You have offended the Lord, and He has decided, using me as His instrument, to disintegrate you using high explosives.
It is never too late to ask God's forgiveness, and I respectfully suggest that you make your peace with God as soon as possible.
Yours in Our Lord
A Christian.
"Is this for real?" Mike Sabara asked.
Wohl gave him a disdainful look. Matt was glad that Sabara had spoken before he had a chance to open his mouth. He had been on the verge of asking the same question.
"If you're getting a little long in the tooth," Larkin said, "and you've been in this business awhile, you start to think you can intuit whether a threat is real or not. My gut feeling is that it's real; that this guy is dangerous."
"I don't think I quite follow you," Wohl said.
"The Vice President and, of course, the P
resident get all kinds of threatening letters," Larkin said. "There's a surprisingly large number of lunatics out there who get their kicks just writing letters, people in other words who have no intention of doing what they threaten to do. Then there are the mental incompetents. Then there are those with some kind of gripe, something they blame, in this case, on the Vice President-and want fixed."
Larkin paused long enough for that to sink in.
"Everybody, I suppose, has seenCasablanca!" He looked around as they nodded. "There was a great line, Claude Rains said, 'round up the usual suspects,' or something like that. We have a list of suspects, people we think need to be watched, or in some cases taken out of circulation while the man we're protecting is around. This guy is not on our list."
