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Sergeant Jerry O'Dowd, who was by nature a very cordial person, at that moment came through the plate-glass door, smiled at the doorman, and said, "Good morning. Nice day, isn't it?"
He then followed Matt to the bank of elevators and into one of them.
The doorman went to the elevator the moment the door closed and watched in some fascination as the indicator needle over the door moved in an arc and finally stopped at ten.
There were four apartments on the tenth floor. The two larger ones were occupied by a dentist and his family, and a lawyer and his family. The two smaller apartments were occupied by single people. One was a male, who, now that the doorman thought of it, did walk a little strangely, but was not the sort of guy who acted like a gambler.
The other was a female, a medical doctor, who he seemed to recall hearing was a teacher at the University of Pennsylvania, even if she didn't look old enough to be a doctor, much less a teacher. The only suspicious thing about her was that ten minutes before the cops showed up a really good looking blonde had been dropped off by a chauffeurdriven Buick station wagon, asked for the doctor by name, and gone up.
The blonde didn't look like a hooker, but you weren't supposed to be able to tell anymore just by looks. Two young women and two young guys seemed to add up. Mr. Whatsisname in 10D didn't look like he even liked women.
The doorman decided he would just have to wait and see who got off the elevator, later. And then he decided that the young guy was probably pulling his chain. The cop might be a cop, but he was off duty, and the two of them were just going to see their girlfriends.
Just to be sure, he went out and looked at the blue Ford. It looked like a regular car, except that there was at least one extra radio antenna, and when he looked close, he saw a microphone lying on the seat, its cord disappearing into the glove compartment, and when he looked even closer, he could see a speaker mounted under the dashboard.
So it was a cop car. So what itprobably really was that the sergeant was on duty, and it was Sunday morning, and nothing was going on, so he picked up his buddy and they came to see the girls. And parked wherever the hell they wanted to!
Goddamned cops!
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Amy Payne, a slight, just this side of pretty, brown-haired twenty-seven-year-old, peered through the peephole in her door, and then, somewhat reluctantly, opened it just wide enough to look out.
"You are really the last person I expected to see here this morning, Matt," she said.
There was absolutely no suggestion that she intended to open the door.
"I've got to talk to you, Amy," Matt said.
"You've heard of the telephone? People get on the telephone and say, 'Would it be convenient for me to drop by?'"
"This is important," Matt said.
"How did you get past the doorman, come to think of it? Flash your badge at him?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact. I'm on business, Amy. May we come in?"
She shrugged, and stepped out of the way.
"Amy, Jerry O'Dowd."
"How do you do, Doctor?"
"Why do I suspect you've been talking about me?" Amy said. "I hope you have a sister of your own, Sergeant, so that you will understand that despite the way I talk to him, I really loathe and detest him."
Jerry O'Dowd laughed. "He said you were feisty," O'Dowd said.
Amy realized that she was smiling back at him.
"I'll be with you in a minute," she said. "Go in the living room, Matt, you know where it is. I've got a little surprise for you too."
The surprise was Miss Penelope Detweiler, who was standing by the expanse of glass opening onto the Parkway and the Museum of Art.
"I thought that was your voice!" she said, seemingly torn between surprise and pleasure.
"What are you doing here?"
"That's none of your damned business, Matt!" Amy called from her bedroom. "Who do you think you are, asking a question like that?"
