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"Shit," Matt said.
"Someone you know, I gather?" Wohl said.
"Precious Penny Detweiler," Matt said.
"Really?" Wohl sounded surprised.
"Before we send the hit man to the mayor's house, do you suppose he'd have time to do a job on Pekach's girlfriend?"
They reached the barbecue pit. It was a circular area perhaps fifty feet across, with brick benches, now covered with flowered cushions, at the perimeter. There were several cast-iron tables and matching chairs, each topped with a large umbrella. Each table had been set with place mats and a full set of silver and glassware.
A bar had been set up, and another black man in a white jacket stood behind that. A third black man, older and wearing a gray jacket, whom Matt recognized as Evans, Martha Peebles's butler, was, assisted by Captain Pekach, adjusting the rack over a large bed of charcoal in the grill itself, a brick structure in the center of the circle.
"God," Wohl said softly, "ain't getting back to simple nature wonderful?"
Martha Peebles came up to them when they stepped inside the circle.
"I'm so glad you could come," she said. "David is fixing the fire."
She gave her cheek to Matt, who kissed it, and then to Wohl, who followed suit.
"I think I should warn you, Martha," Matt said. "That when he's at work, we don't let the captain play with matches."
"Penny Detweiler's coming," Martha said. "She should be here any minute."
"She's here."
"I ran into her and her mother at the butcher's, and I asked them to join us…"
Matt smiled insincerely.
"And Grace said she and Dick were tied up, but Penny…"
"Would just love to come, right?" Matt said.
"And I told Grace you would drive her home, afterward. Is that all right?"
The bartender approached them.
"Can I get you gentlemen something?"
"How are you fixed for strychnine?"
"I'm beginning to suspect that wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done," Martha said. "If I did the wrong thing, Matt, I'm sorry. It was just that I knew she is just home…"
"I don't think you're capable of doing the wrong thing, Martha," Matt said. "On the other hand, I'm famous for being ill-mannered. Sure, I'll take her home." He turned to the bartender: "I'll have a beer, please. Ortlieb's, if you have it."
"The same for me, please," Wohl said.
Officer Paul T. O'Mara, holding a bottle of Pabst, walked up. He was in civilian clothing, a sports coat, and slacks.
"Hello, Paul," Wohl said.
Matt decided Wohl was surprised and not entirely pleased to see whoever this guy was.
"Inspector, would you please call your father?"
"How old is that request?" Wohl asked.
