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Detective Matthew M. Payne parked his Bug in the Special Operations parking lot at five minutes to eight Monday morning. At precisely eight, he pushed open a door-on the frosted glass door of which had been etched, before he was born, "Principal's Office."
There was a very natty sergeant, face unfamiliar, sitting inside the door, a stocky man who looked as if he was holding the war against middle-aged fat to a draw.
"May I help you, sir?" the sergeant asked politely.
"Sergeant, I'm Detective Payne, I'm reporting in."
"Oh, yes," the sergeant said, and stood up and offered his hand. " I'm Sergeant Rawlins, Dick Rawlins, the administrative sergeant."
"How do you do?"
"I just had a quick look at your records," Rawlins said. "Haven't had the time for more than a quick look. But I did pick up that you were third on the detective's exam, and that speaks well of you."
"Thank you."
"Have a seat, Payne," Rawlins said. "The captain will see you when he's free."
He gestured toward the door, on which could still be faintly seen faded gilt lettering,Principal. Private.
"The captain" was obviously Mike Sabara, whose small office opened off Peter Wohl's office. Captain Dave Pekach's office was down the corridor.
"I wonder what he wants?" Matt thought aloud.
Rawlins's smile faded.
"I'm sure the captain will tell you what he wants, Detective," he said.
You have just had your knuckles rapped, Detective Payne, and you will not get a gold star for behavior to take home to Mommy.
I wonder what Sabara wants with me? He was there when Wohl told me I would be working with Jack Malone. And Malone left a message on the machine that he wanted to see me at eight.
Five minutes later, the door opened and Mike Sabara stuck his head out. Then, surprised, he saw Matt.
"Hi, Matt. You waiting to see me?"
"Sir, Sergeant Rawlins told me you wanted to see me."
"Come on in," Sabara said, and then added, to Rawlins, "Sergeant, if you see the inspector before I do, would you have him call Chief Coughlin?"
"Yes, sir."
Sabara closed the door to his office behind him.
"Sergeant Rawlins comes to us highly recommended from Criminal Records," he said dryly. "That 'see the captain business' is so either the inspector or I can eyeball newcomers. It didn't apply to you, obviously, and he should have known that. I'm already getting the feeling that he's every bit as bright as that Sergeant Henkels we got stuck with. Does that tell you enough, or should I draw a diagram?"
"I think I get the point, sir."
"Well, our time is not entirely wasted. This gives me the chance to tell you that the inspector was impressed with Sergeant O'Dowd, so for the time being, he'll be working for Jack Malone too, full-time, on the lunatic. And so will Washington, although, of course, with the Black Buddha, the way we say that is 'will be workingwith.'"
"Yes, sir," Matt said, chuckling.
"I think catching this lunatic with the bomb is the first thing that's really interested Jason since Wohl transferred him here. He and Malone are going, maybe have gone, to Intelligence. I don't know what Malone has planned for you, but I think you'd better go down there and see."
"Yes, sir."
"Matt, that was a good job on the lunatic profile."
"That was my sister, not me," Matt said, "but thank you anyway."
