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. Any of that stuffring a bell? Page 211 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Gin-mill matchbooks, Matt said. From saloons where Penny and her kinddrink.'' They all familiar? This one's new to me, Matt said, holding up a large matchbook with aflocked purple cover and the legend IN¬DULGENCES stamped in silver.Washington glanced at it. New to me too, he said. Is there an address? Not outside, Matt said.He opened it. There's a phone number, printedinside. I'll check that out, Washington said. Anything else? Matt examined the other matchbooks. Phone number in this one, handwritten. Matt unfolded the crumpled pieces of paper. This one has a printed number: four eight two.Looks like something from thefactory.There's another phone num¬ber in one of the others, and the last oneis the same as the first. Call in to Special Operations every hour or so.When I get addresses, I'llpass them on to you.If you come up with something, pass it on.Leave a phonenumber, so if some¬thing interesting turns up I think you should know, I cancall you. He paused and smiled. I'll say I'm the Porsche ser¬vicedepartment. Page 212 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Clever, Matt said, chuckling. Yes, I sometimes think so, Washington said. The evidence is overwhelming. A Highway Patrol car was waiting at City Line and Mon¬ument when JasonWashington and Matt Payne got there.Washington stopped on the pedestriancrosswalk and Matt got out.Matt walked to the Highway car, opened the backdoor, and got in. Hi, he said. I need a ride to Bustleton and Bowler. What the hell are we supposed to be, a fucking taxi? asked the driver, aburly cop with an acne-scarred face. I thought you were supposed to be the Gestapo, Matt said.Oh, shit, there goes the automatic, out-of-control mouth again.The Highway cop in the passenger seat, a lean, sharp-featured man with coldblue eyes, turned and put his arm on the back of the seat and looked at Matt.Then he smiled.It did not make him look much warmer. He can't be in the Gestapo, Payne, he said. You have to be able to readand write to be in the Gestapo. Fuck you too, the driver said. You in a hurry or what? the other one asked. We was about to get coffeewhen we got the call. Coffee sounds like a fine idea, Matt said. Why don't we go to the Marriott on City Line? he said to the driver, andthen turned back to Matt. Is that Wash¬ington as good as people say? Page 213 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html I was just thinking about that, Matt said. Yeah.He's good.Very good.Henot only knows what questions to ask, but how to ask them.A masterpsychologist. He better be a master something, the driver said. They don't have shit onwho shot the cop, much less the mob guy. Instead of going off shift, the cop with the cold blue eyes said, we'redoing four hours of overtime. I heard about that, Matt said.Peter Wohl had told him how it worked: Whiledetectives rang doorbells and talked to people conducted neighborhoodinterviews Highway cops would cover the area, stopping people on the streetand in cars, both looking for information and hoping to find someone withcontraband drugs, for example, or stolen property.If they did, the peoplecaught would be given a chance to cooperate, in other words provideinformation.If they did, the contraband might get lost down the gutter oreven dropped on the sidewalk where it could be recovered.If they didn't have any information to offer, they would be arrested for theviolation.By the time their trial came up, they might work hard on coming upwith something the police could use, knowing that if they did and the Highwaycops told one of the ADAs (assistant district attorneys) of their cooperation,he would be inclined to drop the charges.Anyone caught in the area with an unlicensed pistol would be taken intoHomicide for further questioning.They pulled into the parking lot of the Marriott on City Line Avenue and wentinto the restaurant and sat at the counter
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