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That’s not why I’m here. Lowenstein didn’t arrange this transfer for me to enhance my career. I’m here to help Jerry Carlucci get reelected.
Peter Wohl, without a jacket, his sleeves rolled up and his tie pulled down, appeared at the door.
“Come on in, Mike,” he said. “Can I have Paul get you a cup of coffee?”
“Please,” Mike said.
“Three, Paul, please,” Wohl ordered, and held the door open for Weisbach.
“Morning, Mike,” Mickey O’Hara called as Weisbach entered the office.
He was sitting on a couch. On the coffee table in front of him was a tape recorder and a heavy manila paper envelope.
“What’s good about it, Mick?” Weisbach asked.
“Peter’s been telling me that the forces of virtue are about to triumph over the forces of evil,” O’Hara replied. “I get an exclusive showing a dirty district captain and a dirty lieutenant on their way to the Central Cellroom. I like that, professionally and personally. So far as I’m concerned, that’s not a bad way to start my day.”
“Mick,” Wohl asked, “how would you feel about going with Mike Sabara when he picks up Paulo Cassandro?”
“Instead of staying here, you mean?” O’Hara replied, and then went on without giving Wohl a chance to reply. “For one thing, Peter, the arrest of second- or third-level gangsters is not what gets on the front page. The arrest of a police captain, a district commander, is. And please don’t tell him I said so, but Mike Sabara is not what you could call photogenic.”
“It’s your call, Mickey.”
“I know what you’re trying to do, Peter,” Mickey said. “Keep a picture of a dirty captain getting arrested out of the papers. But it won’t work. That’s news, Peter.”
“And you’re here with Carlucci’s blessing, right?”
“Yeah, I am, Peter. Sorry.”
“OK. Let’s talk about what’s going to happen. Chief Coughlin will be here any minute. Inspector Sawyer and the others no later than eight. Sawyer comes in here. Coughlin plays the tape of Meyer and Cassandro for him—”
Wohl pointed to the tape machine.
“Coughlin’s going to play the tape for him?” Mickey interrupted, sounding surprised.
“That was my father’s idea. He and Coughlin choreographed this for me last night. The tape is damned incriminating. That should, I was told, keep Sawyer from loyally defending his men. And, Mickey, Carlucci’s blessing or not, you are not going to be here when that happens.”
“OK. Do I get to hear the tape?”
“Can you live with taking my word that it’s incriminating?”
“Can I listen to it out of school?”
“OK. Why not?”
“Before?”
“After.”
O’Hara shrugged his acceptance.
“Then we go to the Investigation Section, upstairs, where Cazerra, Meyer, and the two officers will be waiting. Inspector Sawyer will arrest Captain Cazerra. I will arrest Lieutenant Meyer. Their badges, IDs, and guns will be taken from them. Staff Inspector Weisbach, assisted by Detectives Payne and Martinez, will arrest the two officers, and take their guns and badges.”
“Am I going to get to be there?” O’Hara asked.
“When Inspector Sawyer comes in here, you leave,” Wohl said. “Wait outside. When we come out, we will be on our way upstairs. You can come with us.”
“Thank you.”
