The FBI's National Crime Information Center operated a massive computer listing details of crimes nationwide. If the Jaguar was found somewhere, or even stopped for a traffic violation, the information that it was connected with a crime in Philadelphia would be immediately available to the police officers involved.
"Screw you, Tony," Wohl said, and laughed.
"A new one," Harris went on. "An 'XJ6'?"
"Four-door sedan," Wohl furnished. "A work of art. Twenty-five, thirty thousand dollars."
Harris's face registered surprise at the price.
"Police radio is broadcasting the description every half hour," he went on. "I also ordered a subsector search. Nelson's other car is a Ford Fairlane convertible. That's in the garage."
"Lover's quarrel?" Wohl asked.
Harris held both palms upward in front of him, and made a gesture, like a scale in balance.
"Maybe," he said. "That would explain what he did to the victim. I think we have the weapons. They used one of those Chinese knives, you know, looks like a cleaver, but sharp as a razor?"
Wohl nodded.
"And another knife, a regular one, a butcher knife with a bone handle, which is probably what he used to stab him."
"You said 'maybe,' Tony," Wohl said.
"I'm just guessing, Inspector," Harris said.
"Go ahead," Wohl said.
"There was a lot of stuff stolen, or I think so. There's no jewelry to speak of in the apartment… some ordinary cuff links, tie clasps, but nothing worth any money. The victim wore rings, they're gone, we know that. No money in the wallet, or anywhere else that anybody could find. He probably had a watch, or watches, and there's none in there. And there was marks on the bedside table, probably a portable TV, that's gone."
"Leading up to what?"
"When two homosexuals get into something like this, they usually don' t steal anything, too. I mean, not the boyfriend. They work off the anger and run. So maybe it wasn't the boyfriend."
"Or the boyfriend might be a cold-blooded sonofa-bitch," Wohl said.
"Yeah," Harris said, and made the balancing gestures again. "We got people looking for Mr. St. Maury," he went on. "And for the Jaguar. We're trying to find if he had any jewelry that was good enough to be insured, which would give us a description. Captain Quaire said you were going to see his father?"
"I'm going there as soon as I leave here," Wohl said. "I'll ask."
"I'd like to talk to him, too," Harris said.
"I think I'd better see him alone," Wohl thought out loud. "I'll tell him you'll want to see him. Maybe he can come up with some kind of a list of jewelry, expensive stuff in the apartment."
"You'll get the list?"
"No. I'll ask him to get it for you. This is your job, Tony. I'm not going to stick my nose in where it doesn't belong."
Harris nodded.
"But I would like to look around the apartment," Wohl said. "So when I see him, I'll know what I'm talking about."
"Sure," Harris said. He started toward the door. "I'm really sorry, Inspector, about sitting on your car."
"Forget it," Wohl said.