Final justice - W.E.B. Griffin [22]
"Monsignor?" Kennedy asked.
"I'm Monsignor Schneider," Schneider said, smiling but not standing up. "The archbishop has asked me to handle Stanley's visit and the fund-raising events . . ."
Stanley? Is that Stan Colt's real name--Stanley?
". . . and this is Father Venno, who is under my orders to make himself available to Stanley from the moment he gets off the plane until he gets back on," Monsignor Schneider said.
Venno smiled around the table.
mons. schneider representing archbishop father venno his surrogate . . . available to colt around the clock while he's here.
"I'm Lieutenant McGuire," McGuire said, getting to his feet. "I command the Dignitary Protection Unit. This is Sergeant Al Nevins, who will handle the paperwork. Both of us--all of the Philadelphia police department--are determined to make Stan Colt's time in Philadelphia, to use your phrase, Mr. Kennedy, as bump-free as possible. Let me assure you that you will have our complete cooperation."
He sat down.
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"Thank you, Captain, that's good to hear," Kennedy said, and added: "Mr. Colt will have his own security, of course. Wachenhut, I believe, Terry?"
"Wachenhut Security Services, right," Terry Davis confirmed.
"I'll have them liaise with you, Lieutenant McGuire, as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir," McGuire said.
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Kennedy looked around the table, and smiled at Matt.
"And this gentleman?"
"My name is Payne, Mr. Kennedy. I'm with Special Operations. "
"I don't think I quite understand."
"We're going to provide the detectives, and Highway Patrol officers--and just about whatever else Lieutenant McGuire asks for. I'm here to get a preliminary idea of what that might be."
"You're with the police department?" Kennedy sounded surprised.
"Yes, sir."
"Detective Payne, Mr. Kennedy," Monsignor Schneider said, "if I may put it this way, is one of the finest of Philadelphia's finest . . ."
Jesus, where did that come from?
"Detective Payne?" Terry Davis asked in surprise.
". . . whose real-life exploits could really serve as the basis for one of Stanley's films," the monsignor went on. "I'm delighted the police department has assigned him to this project."
Hey, I'm not assigned to this "project."
"No offense intended, certainly, Detective," Kennedy said. "We're delighted to have you."
I think I have just been had. And I really don't want to baby-sit a movie actor.
Matt looked at Lieutenant Gerry McGuire, who, smiling at Matt's discomfort, sarcastically gave him a hidden-behind-his -hand thumbs-up gesture. Matt returned it with a hidden-behind -his-hand gesture of his own, the index finger of his balled fist held upright. Lieutenant McGuire smiled even more broadly.
"If you'll open the folder before you," Rogers Kennedy went on, "you'll find the tentative schedule we have worked out for Mr. Colt's visit, and I think it would be a good idea to go over it now, to see if there are any potential bumps in Stan's road we may have missed."
Matt opened the folder.
Wohl's going to want at least three copies of this. I can take it to the office and xerox it. Better yet, scan it into the computer, so when the inevitable changes are made to it, they won't have to be written on it, and the whole thing rexeroxed. Or I can type it into the laptop now, and skip the scanning.
He immediately began to type, and was finished long before Rogers Kennedy, Monsignor Schneider, and Lieutenant McGuire had worked their way through it, item by item. When he looked up, he saw that Terry Davis was looking at him. When he smiled at her, she looked away.
Think about this, Matthew: If your life was really over when that sonofabitch Chenowith killed Susan, would you now be wondering what Vice President Davis looks like in her birthday suit? Or considering the possibilities of getting her into that condition?
Peter Wohl said, Dad said, Amy said, just about everybody --including the second-rate shrink with the bad breath they made me go see--told me that it would take time, but I