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"I didn't say that," Matt said. "I said what if."
"Then I would take my lumps."
"Weall would takeour lumps," Matt said.
"This guy is dirty," Martinez said. "We're cops."
Matt exhaled audibly.
"What have you got in mind?"
"You don't look like a cop," Martinez said. "You drive a Porsche. You could get into this place in the Poconos."
"How would we know when he was going to be there? And if we did, what am I supposed to do, tell Wohl I want the day off to take a ride to the Poconos?"
"I don't think he'd be going up there in the daytime," Martinez said. "Except over the weekend. He's got Friday-Saturday off. With a little bit of luck, he'd go up there then."
"And what if he just came across this book of matches someplace? Picked it up in a bar or something? You don'tknow that he's ever even been in this place." Matt picked up the matchbook. "Oaks and Pines Resort Lodge."
"Then I'll think of something else," Martinez said.
"Okay, Hay-zus," Matt said. "Let me know what you want me to do, and when you want me to do it."
"See, Hay-zus," McFadden said. "I told you."
"But don't let your Latin-American temper get out of joint if I can't jump when you call. I may be doing a lot of overtime."
"Overtime, you?" McFadden asked.
That was an honest question, Matt decided, not a challenge.
"Special Operations has been given Dignitary Protection. The Vice President's coming to Philly. There's a looney tune out there that wants to blow him up."
"No shit?" McFadden asked.
"Yeah, and the Secret Service thinks this guy is for real."
"What's that got to do with you?"
"Malone is in charge. For the time being, I'm working for Malone."
"We'll just have to see what happens," Martinez said. "If you're working, you're working."
****
When Joe Fierello drove his Mercedes-Benz onto the lot of Fierello Fine Cars at quarter to nine in the morning, he found Vito Lanza waiting for him.
"Don't tell me," Joe said as he got out of his car, "the transmission fell out."
"Not yet," Vito said. "I wanted to take care of my markers."
"Tony tell you I called?" Joe asked, but before Vito could answer, he went on, "Come on in the office. I'm not worth a shit in the morning until I have my coffee."
Fierello's secretary smiled at them as they walked past.
"Darlene, get us some coffee, will you?" Joe said, and as he walked behind his desk, he waved Vito into a chair in front of his desk. "Take a load off. You take anything in your coffee?"
Vito shook his head, no.
