So that's what's on his mind.
"I know that," Wohl said. "He went over there to help me."
"He thinks you're really something special," Washington said.
"He thinks you make Sherlock Holmes look like a mental retard," Wohl replied.
"If I was Matthew M. Payne and they put me back in uniform and in a 12^th District wagon or handed me a wrench and told me to go around and turn off fire hydrants, I would quit."
"I think he probably will."
"We need young cops like that, Peter," Washington said.
"So?"
"I have a few favors owed me," Washington said. "How sore would you be if I called them in?"
"You'd be wasting them," Wohl said. "Czernick decided the way to cover his ass was to jump on the kid before the mayor told him to. He knew that would piss off a lot of people. Denny Coughlin, for one. If Coughlin goes to the mayor, and I really hope he doesn't, it would make the mayor choose between him and Czernick. I'm not sure how that would go. And while I agree, I would hate to see Matt resign, and I wouldreally hate to see Denny Coughlin retire. I'd like to see Coughlin as commissioner."
"So you're saying, just let the kid go, right? 'For the good of the Department'?"
"Pekach and Sabara say they know people in the 12^th. They'll put in a good word for him."
"You won't?"
"Feldman is the captain. When I was working as a staff inspector, I put his brother-in-law away."
"Christ, I forgot that. Lieutenant in Traffic? Extortion? They gave him five to fifteen?"
Wohl nodded. "I really don't think Captain Feldman would be receptive to anything kind I would have to say about Matt Payne."
"Interesting, isn't it, that Czernick sent Payne to the 12^th?"
Wohl grunted.
"You think I could talk to Payne, tell him to hang in?"
"I wish you would. I think you might tip the scales."
"Okay," Jason Washington said, nodding his head. And then he changed the subject: "So what's the real story about DeZego and the pimp getting hit?"
"It's your job, you tell me," Wohl said.
"You haven't been thinking about it? That something smells with Savarese pointing Pekach at the pimp? Doing it himself?"
"I've been thinking that it smells," Wohl replied.
"Intelligence has a guy, I guess you know, in the Savarese family."
Wohl nodded.
"I talked to him about an hour ago," Jason Washington said.
"Intelligence know you did that?"
"Intelligence doesn't even know I know who he is," Washington said. "He tells me that the word in the family is that Tony the Zee ripped off the pimp, the pimp popped him, and Savarese ordered the pimp hit. I even got a name for the doer, not that it would do us any good."
"One of Savarese's thugs?"