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He got out of the Porsche, took his badge from his pocket, and held it two inches from the bearded man’s face. Then he signaled with arm gestures that the attendant was to move the Mercedes elsewhere so the Porsche could take its space.
The attendant waved his arms excitedly for a few moments, but then got into the Mercedes.
The lieutenant signaled, like a traffic officer, for Matt to back the Porsche up far enough to give the Mercedes room to pass. The Mercedes went around him, onto the street, and the lieutenant signaled for Matt to pull in.
Then he stood on the sidewalk waiting for Matt to get out of the car.
They walked back up Broadway to West Forty-second Street and into Times Square Photo.
Three people-two of them bearded and in turbans, the third a stout young woman whose flowing, ankle-length dress and gaudily painted wooden bead jewelry made Matt think of gypsies-descended, smiling broadly on them.
What they lacked in language skills they made up for with enthusiasm, offering Matt and the lieutenant cameras, tape recorders, and other items for sale, cheap.
“Get Whatshisname,” the lieutenant ordered.
The three looked at him without comprehension.
“Get Whatshisname!” the lieutenant ordered, considerably louder.
Still no comprehension showed on the faces of the trio.
The lieutenant put his fingers in his mouth and whistled shrilly.
Almost immediately, another man in a neat turban and immaculately trimmed beard appeared. His suit and shirt were well-fitting, and he also wore a red vest with embroidered ducks in flight pattern.
He hurried up to them.
“Lieutenant Lacey,” he said in British-accented English, “what a pleasant surprise! How may I be of service to you or this gentleman?”
“Tell him,” Lieutenant Lacey said to Matt.
“Five months ago, you received a shipment of a dozen cameras from Kodak,” Matt began.
“We receive shipments from Kodak virtually weekly,” the man said. “They make a splendid product, and because we sell so many of them, we are in a position to offer them at the lowest possible prices. And in your case, of course, as a friend of Lieutenant Lacey, there will be a substantial additional discount. Permit me to show you-”
“I don’t want to buy a camera, I want to know who you sold it to,” Matt said, aware that Lieutenant Lacey was smiling at him.
“I will make you an offer you cannot refuse!”
“I have the serial number,” Matt said.
“I gather this is an official visit, Lieutenant Lacey?” the man asked.
Lacey nodded.
“Sergeant Payne needs to know to whom you sold a particular camera.”
“We are, of course, willing-I’ll say eager-to cooperate with the police in every way.”
“Is there a problem?” Lieutenant Lacey asked.
The man looked at Matt.
“You say the camera was shipped to us five months ago?”
Matt nodded.
“You know the model?”
