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"What about an address?" Larkin asked when he had written the name down.
"No. Just the address of the property."
"Damn!"
"And we've checked the Philadelphia area, plus Camden and Wilmington phone books. No Richard W. Wheatley."
"Maybe the Philadelphia cops can help," Larkin said. "Let me get back to you, Frank. Where are you?"
"I'm in the office about to go home. Let me give you that number. I've told our night guy what's going on."
Larkin wrote down Young's home phone number, and repeated, "Let me get back to you, Frank. And thank you."
He hung up, and turned to the large man.
"Get on the phone to Washington. Have them send somebody over to the Pentagon. Tell them that Richard W. and Marianne might be parents' names. Tell them to get me anything with Wheatley."
"You don't think the FBI will be on that?"
"I think they will, but I don't know they will," Larkin said sharply. "Just do it."
He took out his notebook, found Peter Wohl's home telephone number, and dialed it.
****
Detective Matthew M. Payne thought that one of the great erotic sights in the world had to be a blonde wearing a man's white shirt, and nothing else, especially when, whenever she leaned forward to help herself to the contents of one of the goldfish boxes from the Chinese Take-out, it fell away from her body and he could see an absolutely perfect breastworks.
"Here," Penny said, putting an egg roll in his mouth. "This is the last one. You can have one bite."
"Your generosity overwhelms me," Matt said.
"I try to please."
"Are you going to tell my sister that you came here and seduced me?"
"Meaning what?"
"You told her what happened in the Poconos."
"She's my shrink," Penny said. "She said I seemed very happy, and wanted to know why, so I told her. I didn't think she'd tell you!"
"She is convinced that I'm taking advantage of you."
"I can't imagine where she got that idea."
"She was pretty goddamned mad," Matt said.
"I'm pretty goddamned mad that she told you I told her."
"She's afraid that… that this won't be good for you."
"That's my problem, not hers. How did we get on this subject?"
"Penny, the last thing I want to do is hurt you."
"Relax. I'm making no demands on you. But that does raise the question I've had in the back of my mind."
"Which is?"
