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Chief Coughlin and Inspector Wohl went back down the corridor toward the office of the police commissioner and his deputies. Sergeant Mahon and Officer Payne got on the elevator and rode to the lobby.
"What the hell is that all about?" Mahon asked.
"I think Coughlin and Wohl are being nice guys," Matt Payne said. "The results of the detective exam are back. Martinez didn't pass it."
"Oh, shit. He wanted it bad?"
"Real bad."
"You saw the list?"
"I respectfully decline to answer on the grounds that it may tend to incriminate me," Matt Payne said.
Mahon chuckled.
"How'd you do?"
"Third."
"Hey, congratulations!"
"If you quote me, I'll deny it. But thank you."
****
Matt Payne had to wait only a minute or two on the concrete ramp outside the rear door of the Roundhouse before a Highway Patrol RPC pulled up to the curb.
He went the rest of the way down the ramp to meet it. The driver, a lean, athletic-looking man in his early thirties, who he knew by sight, but not by name, rolled down the window as Highway Patrolman Jesus Martinez got out of the passenger side.
"How goes it, Hay-zus?" Payne called.
Martinez nodded, but did not reply. Or smile.
"We had a call to meet the inspector, Payne," the driver said. While the reverse was not true, just about everybody in H
ighway and Special Operations knew the inspector's "administrative assistant" by name and sight.
Payne squatted beside the car. "He'll be down in a minute," he said. "I'm to give Hay-zus the keys to his car; you're supposed to give me a ride to the Schoolhouse."
The driver nodded.
I wish to hell I was better about names.
Payne stood up, fished the car keys from his pocket, and tossed them to Martinez.
"Back row, Hay-zus," he said, and pointed. "I'd bring it over here. If anyone asks, tell them you're waiting for Chief Coughlin."
Martinez nodded, but didn't say anything.
I am not one of Officer Martinez's favorite people. And now that he busted the detective exam, and Charley and I passed it, that's going to get worse. Well, fuck it, there's nothing I can do about it.
He walked around the front of the car and got in the front seat. Martinez walked away, toward the rear of the parking lot. The driver put the car in gear and drove away.
"You have to get right out to the Schoolhouse?" Matt asked.
"No."
"You had lunch?"
