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"Do you know how many college graduates applied, in the three years previous to this one?"
"I have no idea."
"Seventeen. Not each year. Total."
"Now I'm really lost."
"Public relations," the mayor said significantly.
"What does that mean?"
"That a lot of young men, fifty-three young men, with college degrees, with the potential to become really good cops, saw Payne's picture in the newspapers and decided they might like being a cop themselves."
"Do you know that? Or just think that?"
"I checked it out," the mayor said.
"So what are you saying, Jerry? That we should put Payne on recruiting duty?"
"I'm saying you and Coughlin should have left him right where he was, in Special Operations."
"A," Lowenstein said, "you always transfer people who get promoted. B, there are no detectives in Special Operations."
"A, that 'transfer people when they get promoted' didn't come off the mountain with Moses, engraved on stone, and B, as of today there are two detectives assigned to Special Operations."
'Two detectives who should have been sent back to Homicide where they belong," Lowenstein said.
"If you mean Jason Washington, he's a sergeant now. He got promoted, and he didn't get transferred out of Special Operations. I said twodetectives. One of whom is Tony Harris, who would probably go back to being a drunk if we sent him back to Homicide."
Lowenstein took a deep swallow of his Jack Daniel's and water. He was impressed again with Jerry Carlucci's intimate knowledge of what was going on in the Department.
Detectives Jason Washington and Tony Harris, in Lowenstein's judgment the two best Homicide detectives, had been "temporarily" assigned to the then newly formed Special Operations Division when Mayor Carlucci had taken away the Northwest serial rapist job from Northwest Detectives and given it to Peter Wohl.
Other special jobs had come up, and they had never gone back to Homicide, which had been a continuing source of annoyance to Matt Lowenstein. The only good thing about it was that Tony Harris seemed to have gotten his bottle problem under control working for Wohl. Until just now, Matt Lowenstein had believed that Harris's boozing was known to only a few people, not including the mayor.
"You said 'two detectives,'" Lowenstein said, finally. "The other one's name is Payne, right?"
"You're a clever fellow. Maybe you should be a detective or something," Jerry Carlucci said.
Lowenstein did not reply.
"He can learn as much watching Washington and Harris as he could have learned in East Detectives, and probably quicker," Carlucci said. "And he'll be available, without a lot of bullshit and resentment, the next time the Department needs to do somebody who can do the Department a lot of good a favor."
"Oh, shit," Matt Lowenstein said.
"You don't like it?" the mayor said. There was just a hint of coldness in his voice.
"What I don't like is that you're right," Lowenstein said. "It wasn't fair to either East Detectives or Payne to send him there. I don't know if he'll stay on the job or not, but if he does, it wouldn' t be at East Detectives."
"I thought about that too," Carlucci said. "Whether he would stay. I decided he would. He's been around long enough, done enough, to have it get in his blood."
"You make it sound like syphilis," Lowenstein said.
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Mr. Ricco Baltazari had his luncheon, a dozen cherrystone clams, a double thick lamb chop, medium rare, with mint sauce, and a sliced tomato with olive oil and vinegar in his place of business, the Ristorante Alfredo, in Center City, Philadelphia, three blocks east of the Union League.
A table in the rear of the establishment had been especially laid for the occasion, for Mr. Gian-Carlo Rosselli had called Mr. Baltazari with the announcement that Mr. S. thought he would like to have a little fish for his lunch and was that going to pose any problems?
