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Wohl drove slowly down Ritner Street, saw where Sergeant O'Dowd was parked, and made a left at the next corner and parked the car.
O'Dowd had been alone when he had driven past, but as he walked up to the car now, he first saw another head, and then recognized it as that of Detective Tony Harris, sitting beside O'Dowd.
Wohl opened the rear door and got in.
"I thought that was you driving by," O'Dowd said. "Something come up?"
"I got curious, is all," Wohl said. "I just happened to be in the neighborhood."
"There's somebody in the house," Tony Harris said. "I was out in back. You know how these houses are laid out, Inspector? With the bathroom at the back of the house?"
"Yeah, sure."
"First a dull light, which means a light on in one of the bedrooms, shining into the hall. Then a bright light. Somebody's in the bathroom. I figure it's his mother, taking a piss. Then the bright light goes out, and then the dim light, and I figure she's back in bed."
"Okay. So what?"
"So nothing. So that's what's been going on here."
'There's more, Tony. What are you thinking?"
"I don't think Paulo Cassandro or Ricco Baltazari or any other Mafioso is going to come waltzing down Ritner Street tonight to pick up that suitcase. Those bastards aren't stupid. There's been half a dozen cars come by here, any one of who could have been taking a look, and if they were, they saw us."
"Oh, ye of little faith!" Wohl said.
Why did you say that? Jesus, that was dumb! Three drinks and your mouth gallops away with you!
"You're the boss. You say sit on the house, we'll sit on the house."
"Tell me what you think is going to happen, Tony," Wohl said.
"I'll tell you what Idon't think is going to happen," Harris said.
"Okay. Tell me what's not going to happen."
"I don't think we're going to catch anybody but this dirty cop. The Mob is going to come up with some pretty clever way to get their hands on that suitcase without us catching them at it."
"Okay. So what would you do if you were me?"
"Let's say we catch Lanza actually handling the suitcase to, say, Ricco Baltazari. We arrest them. They have the best lawyers around. They say we set them up. They ask all kinds of questions of how come we were watching Lanza in the first place. The guy has a spotless record, et cetera. And Lanza is not, I'll bet my ass on it, going to pass the suitcase to anybody. If they send somebody for it, or they tell Lanza to carry it someplace and give it to somebody, we arrest him, it will be some jerk we can't tie to Baltazari or anybody else. And Lanza pleads the Fifth and won't help either. He takes the fall. He pleads guilty to stealing a suitcase. He doesn't know anything about drugs, he just stole a suitcase. First offense, what'll he get?"
"What
I asked, Tony, is what you would do if you were in charge?"
"You really want to know, or are we just sitting here killing time bullshitting?"
"I really want to know."
"I go up to the door, I say 'Sorry to bother you this time of night, Mrs. Lanza, but Vito brought my suitcase here, and I'm here to collect it.' She gives me the suitcase, while you and O'Dowd watch, and O'Dowd takes pictures, and then we bust her for possession of cocaine, or whatever shit is in the suitcase. And then we go get Vito out of his girlfriend's bed and tell him he better go down to Central lockup and see what he can do for his mother, who's charged with possession with the intent to distribute. And the Mob is out however much shit they was trying to ship in."
There was a long silence.
"Not you, Tony," Wohl said, finally. "Martinez. In uniform."
"Martinez, the little Spic? What's he got to do with this?"
"DetectiveMartinez, Detective Harris, has been working undercover at the airport, trying to catch whoever has been smuggling drugs."
