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"You keep saying that."
"I keep saying it because I mean it. We couldn't handle this by ourselves."
"I have the simple solution to this problem," Wohl said. "Tell the Vice President to stay the hell home."
"No way," Larkin chuckled. "What I think I should do now is go back to the office and see if I can lean on the Defense Department to come up with some names. Can Matt take me?"
"Sure. On your way back, go see Hay-zus Martinez. Tell him…" He stopped, and then went on. "Hell, when all else fails, tell the truth. Tell Hay-zus that other people are watching Lanza. If he goes back to work, he is to stay away from Lanza. If he sees him doing something, he is to telephone either Captain Olsen or me. He's not to do anything about it."
"If he goes back to work?" Matt asked.
"His mother said he has the flu. Make sure he understands the message, Matt."
"Yes, sir."
"If he goes off half-cocked, he's liable to blow the whole thing," Wohl went on.
"I'll tell him, sir."
"And then come back here, of course, so Captain Sabara can have his car back."
"Yes, sir."
****
The red light was blinking on the answering machine when Matt came into his apartment at twenty minutes after five.
I don't want to listen to any goddamned messages. I'm just going to have to bite the goddamned bullet.
He reached down and pushed the ERASE button before he could change his mind. Nothing happened.
You have to play the goddamned messages before you can erase them! Damn!
He pushed the PLAY button and walked into the kitchen and took a beer from the refrigerator. He could hear that there had again been a number of callers who had elected not to leave their names.
Nature called, and he went to the bathroom off his bedroom. He had just begun to void his bladder when there was a familiar voice, somewhat metallically distorted.
Penny! Jesus, I can't understand a word she's saying! I wonder what the hell she wanted?
By the time he had zipped up his fly and returned to the answering machine, all the recorded messages, including the hang-ups, had played.
Do I want to push rewind so that I can hear what Precious Penny wants? No, I do not want to hear what Precious Penny wants.
He pushed the ERASE button, and this time it worked.
Banishing forever into the infinite mystery of rearranged microscopic metallic particles whatever Penny wanted to tell me. Why did I do that?
He went into the kitchen, picked up the beer bottle, returned to the telephone, and dialed Evelyn's number.
It was a brief, but enormously painful conversation, punctuated by long, painful silences.
He told Evelyn the truth. He could not see her tonight because he was on orders to keep himself available. That was the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Peter Wohl had even told him to take an unmarked car home with him in case he would need a car with radios and a siren.
Evelyn, her voice made it quite plain, did not believe a word he was saying. Nor did Evelyn believe him when he said he really didn't know about tomorrow, but that he thought the same thing would be true then. That was also the unvarnished truth. Until they found the lunatic who wanted to disintegrate the Vice President, everyone would be either working or keeping themselves available around the clock for a summons.
But he couldn't tell Evelyn that, of course. Not just on general principles, but because Wohl had made it an order. They didn't want the lunatic knowing they were looking for him, which he would if it got into the newspapers or on television.
He told her he would call her when he was free, and Evelyn didn't believe that, either. In this latter incidence, he had not told her the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even as he spoke, he had wondered if maybe Evelyn would take a hint, that her feminine pride would be offended, and if he didn't call, she would give up.
