"I don't like the way she treats my mother," Matt said.

"Don't tell me she's still pissed that Jack's widow married Payne?" Lowenstein asked.

"It's a religious thing, Matt," Coughlin said. "Patricia raised Matt as an Episcopal after Payne adopted him."

"You Christians do have your problems, don't you?" Lowenstein asked. "How many angelscan fit on the head of a pin?"

Coughlin gave him the finger.

"I don't agree with her, Matty," Coughlin said. "You know that. But she's still your grandmother."

"Does my mother know she's coming?"

"If your mother knew, she would, being the lady she is, not go."

"Jesus-"

"Before you two continue with what is sure to be an indeterminable discussion of Mother Moffitt," Washington interrupted, "may I finish with my profound observation?"

Matt realized-wondering why it had taken him so long-that while no one at the table was drunk, it was also obvious that no one was on their first-or third-drink, either. He looked at the bottles. The Chivas Regal was half empty; the Jack Daniel's and the Old Bushmills were almost dry.

And Washington had even called Coughlin by his first name.

What the hell is this all about? Why are all these people sitting around here getting smashed?

"How could we stop you?" Mickey O'Hara asked.

Washington continued, "With the given that Sergeant Jack Moffitt was a good street cop, that Captain Dutch Moffitt was a good street cop, and that Officer Charlton had survived almost to retirement as a street cop, what mistake-indeed, whatfatal mistake-did all three of them make?"

"They weren't as good as they thought they were?" Mickey asked.

"Close, Michael," Washington said.

"Oh, shit, not that 'they didn't turn over the rock under the rock' crap again," Tony Harris said.

"Yes, indeed," Washington said. "That 'turn over the rock under the rock' crap again. If Sergeant Moffitt had looked around the gas station one more time, if Dutch had looked around the Waikiki Diner one more time, if Charlton had taken one more look…"

"I don't think that's such a profound observation, Jason," Coughlin said.

"More like self-evident," Lowenstein said.

"I was trying to make the point for Matt's edification," Washington said.

Coughlin looked at him, then at Matt.

"He's right, Matty," he said. "Pay attention."

"Yes, sir," Matt said.

"Would you like to see how your names will appear in tomorrow'sBulletin?" Mickey asked. "Or shall we go back to discussing Mother Moffitt?"

He took several sheets of paper from his inside jacket pocket and swung them back and forth.

"Curiosity underwhelms me," Wohl said, and held his hand out for the sheets of paper.

Slug-Mayor Forms Double Murder Task Force (Jack, don't bury this with the underwear ads. These slimeballs need catching. AND USE THE PICTURES) By Michael J. O'Hara Bulletin Staff Writer Photos by Jack Weinberg Bulletin Photographer Philadelphia-Mayor Alvin W. Martin, surrounded by the heavy hitters of the Philadelphia Police Department, and standing not far from where the body of Officer Kenneth Charlton lay in state in the Monti Funeral Home in the 2500 block of South Broad Street, this afternoon announced the formation of a special police task force to bring the two men who murdered Charlton and Mrs. Maria M. Fernandez during the robbery Sunday evening of the Roy Rogers restaurant on South Broad Street.

"Both a citizen-a single mother of three-and a police officer have lost their lives as a result of a brutal attack that affects not only their grieving survivors but every citizen of Philadelphia," the mayor said, adding: "This sort of outrage cannot be tolerated, and it will not be." (Photo 1 L-R, Lowenstein, Mariani, Martin, Coughlin) Flanked by Police Commissioner Ralph J. Mariani, Deputy Commissioner Dennis V. Coughlin, and Chief Inspector of Detectives Matthew Lowenstein, Martin announced that Inspector Peter F. Wohl, the highly regarded commanding officer of the Special Operations Division, would head the task force. (Photo 2 L-R, Washington, Wohl, and Harris) Speaking to this reporter later, Inspector Wohl said it was not his intention to take over the investigation from Lieutenant Jason Washington, "who is beyond question the most skilled homicide investigator I know of," but rather to "ensure that Lieutenant Washington and his able team leader, Detective Anthony Harris, get whatever assistance they need from not only Special Operations, but the entire police department, so these criminals can be quickly removed from our streets." (Photo 3 L-R, Sabara, Wohl, Pekach, Sgt M. M. Payne, and Capt F. X. Hollaran) Wohl's deputy, Captain Michael J. Sabara, and Captain David R. Pekach, commanding officer of the elite Highway Patrol, nodded their agreement with both Wohl's cold determination and with his explanation of the difficulty sometimes encountered-as now-in identifying the perpetrators of a crime.

"The patrons of the Roy Rogers restaurant were terrorized by the cold brutality of these criminals. Shots were fired. Two people were killed, and everyone else's life was in danger. It's regrettable, but I think very understandable, that the horrified witnesses can't really agree on a description of the men we seek.

"This is not to say that we won't apprehend them, and soon, but that it will take a bit longer than we like."

Wohl went on to say that "it's only in the movies that a fingerprint lifted from the scene of a crime can be quickly matched with that of a criminal whose identity is unknown. There are hundreds of thousands of fingerprints in our files, millions in those of the FBI, and the prints we have in our possession will have to be matched to them one at a time until we get a match."

Wohl went on to explain that once the people sought are in custody, their fingerprints can be used to prove they were at the scene of the crime, "but until that happens, fingerprints won't be of immediate use to us.

"And once we have these people in custody, and can place them in a police lineup, there is no question in my mind-experience shows-that the witnesses to their crime will be able to positively identify them. This crime will not go unpunished."

Wohl said that police are already running down "a number of leads," but declined to elaborate. end Wohl slid the two sheets of paper across the table to Coughlin. Lowenstein leaned over so that he could read it, too.

"Magnificent story, Mickey," Wohl said. "There's just one little thing wrong with it. All those quotes from me are pure bullshit."

"Is the Black Buddha the most skilled homicide investigator you know of, or not?" O'Hara challenged.

"Of course I am," Washington said. "Let me see that when you're finished, Dennis, please."

"He is, but I didn't tell you that," Wohl said.

"But if I had asked, you would have said so, right? And I'm right about the fingerprints, right?"

"But I didn't even talk to you at the goddamn funeral home!"

"But if you had, you would have said what I said you said, more or less, right?"

"This'll be in the paper tomorrow, Mick?" Lowenstein asked.

"It will, and I wouldn't be at all surprised if it was on page one."

"Pity you couldn't have put in there that we had a late-night conference," Lowenstein said. "Martin would have loved that."

"I didn't know about the 'late-night conference' until I walked in here," O'Hara said. "When I heard on the command band that everybody was headed to the 700 block of North Second, I thought there was a war on here."

"Commissioner Coughlin and myself were conferring privately with Inspector Wohl," Lowenstein said, "when these underlings coincidentally felt the need for a late-night cup of coffee at this fine establishment."

There were chuckles.

"Nice story, Mickey," Coughlin said.

"Presuming the conference is over," Wohl said, as he got to his feet, "I am going home." He looked at Matt. "And so are you."