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"What didn't work?"
"I called the Schoolhouse. I was going to tell Payne to find Martinez, and bring him here. Payne could have told us whether that was the woman Lanza had with him in the Poconos, and we both could have impressed on both of them that neither of them are to get anywhere near Lanza until we finish this."
"What happened?"
"Payne is in New Jersey with the Secret Service, they may have a lead on the guy who wants to blow up the Vice President, and when I called Martinez, his mother told me he's got the flu, and called in sick."
"You've got Payne working on the screwball?" Olsen asked, surprised.
"Mike sent him," Wohl said. "When I have him shot in the morning, I'll have them pick up the body and shoot him again."
He looked at Olsen.
"And my eggs are probably cold. I think this is going to be one of those days."
****
At five minutes past one, Marion Claude Wheatley left his room in the Divine Lorraine Hotel, rode the elevator to the lobby, left his key at the desk, and walked out onto North Broad Street.
He turned north, walked three blocks, and then crossed the street. There he waited for a bus, rode it downtown into Center City, got off, and walked to Suburban Station. He went downstairs, picked up a Pennsylvania Railroad Timetable from a rack, and went back out to the street.
He flagged a cab and had himself driven to the airport, giving American Airlines as his destination. Inside the airport, he went to a fast-food restaurant and had a hot dog with sauerkraut and mustard and a medium root beer.
When he was finished, he went to the locker where he had left his things earlier, picked them up, and went to the taxi stand.
He gave the driver an address on Ridge Avenue, and when he got there, carried his luggage into a small office building until he was sure the cab had driven away.
Then he went back to the Divine Lorraine Hotel, sorted everything out on the bed, repacked everything, and put it in the closet. The closet had a key, which he thought was fortuitous, and he removed it and put it in his pocket.
Then he sat down at the desk and looked at the Bible again, and re-read the passage the Lord had directed him to. He could by now practically recite Haggai 2:17 by heart, but he was no closer to understanding what "17. I smote you with blasting and with mildew and with hail in all the labours of your hands; yet ye turned not to me, saith the Lord" meant than he had been when the Lord had first directed his attention to it.
Marion decided the only thing to do was pray.
He knelt by the bed, and with the Bible before him, he prayed for understanding.
****
When Inspector Wohl walked into his office, a few minutes after two, it was immediately apparent to Captain Mike Sabara that he had a hair up his ass about something, and Sabara wondered if he had done the wrong thing in sending Matt Payne off with the man from the Secret Service.
"Do you have any word from Payne, Mike?" Wohl asked.
"No, sir."
"When he gets back, let me know," Wohl said, and went into his office and closed the door.
Twenty minutes later, Officer O'Mara put his head in Wohl's door and said that Mr. Larkin was here, and could the inspector see him?
"Ask him to come in," Wohl said, "and if Payne is out there, don't let him get away."
"Yes, sir," Officer O'Mara replied crisply, and then promptly misinterpreted his instructions. Detective Payne, at Officer O'Mara's bidding, followed Supervisory Special Agent Larkin into Inspector Wohl's office.
"Well, Peter," Larkin asked as they shook hands, "how did the promotion ceremony go?"
Does everybody in Philadelphia know I've been promoted? And what the hell is Matt doing in here?
"I did all right until the Commissioner kissed me."
He stopped.
