The investigators

"I don't like you very much when you sound so cynical, " Susan said.

"Oh, Jesus!"

"Sorry."

"While we were talking about this-you being repentant and wanting to make amends-the situation was unexpectedly brought to a crisis when Je

Susan looked at him, her lips pursed, for a long moment.

"How did we act?" she asked finally.

"I call Jack Matthews, and tell him I have to talk to him. He meets us in the restaurant. In Doylestown. While we are explaining to Jack how you have decided to do the right thing, Je

"She might not listen to me. As far as she is concerned, I will have betrayed her. Which is what I would have done."

"Get it through your head, goddamn it, that neither of you is going to walk on this. All we can do is cut our losses. If Je

"Maybe that's what's going to happen anyway," Susan said.

"What about us? Does this nutty bitch mean more to you than I do?"

She met his eyes, then shook her head.

"You know better than that," she said.

"There's something I think I should tell you," Matt said. "I was thinking about this too, watching that stupid cowboys-and-indians movie. And my solution to this problem-and I had damned near made the decision, before you knocked at the door-was to go out to your house, get your father out of bed, tell him all about the fucking mess you're in, and tell him that as far as I'm concerned, the best thing he can do for you is to convince you that your only chance to keep from going to jail for a long, long time is to go to the FBI right now and not only show them where Chenowith is, but cooperate with everything they ask you to do."

"You mean, without considering Je

"Who's more important, what's more important? Us, or Je

She looked into his eyes but said nothing.

"Honey, I don't want you to go to jail," Matt said. "I want to spend my life with you." His voice broke. "I love you, goddamn it!"

She touched his face.

"Oh, Matt!"

"Honey, I've been in women's prisons. Jesus Christ, I don't even want to think of you being in one of them."

"I don't want to go to prison," she said. "But I can't just-cut Je

"Even if it fucks us up once and for all?"

"Can we at least try to help Je

"And if it doesn't work? And I have to tell you, I don't think it will."

"I would have tried," Susan said.

"Is it that important to you?"

She nodded.

"I wish it wasn't," she said.

"Okay," Matt said. "We'll give it a shot."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Lieutenant Daniel Justice, Jr., reputedly the smallest, and without question the most delicate-looking White Shirt in the Philadelphia Police Department, was sitting at the lieutenant 's desk in South Detectives when Detective Harry Cronin walked in.

"Da

The only scandal ever to taint the name of the Justice family occurred when "Da

"To what do we owe the honor of your presence, Cronin, at this hour of the morning?" Da

"I need a favor, Lieutenant," Harry Cronin asked.

Da

"What?" he asked.

"Call my wife and tell her I'm working," Harry Cronin said.

"Are you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Doing what?"

"I'd appreciate it if you'd call my wife first, Lieutenant, " Harry said.

Da

"Patty? Dan Justice. Harry asked me to call. He's on the job and can't tell right now when he'll get home."

There was a pause as Mrs. Cronin replied.

"Patty, I wouldn't do that. When I tell you Harry's on the job, he's on the job. As soon as he can find a minute, I'll have him call you himself."

Da

"Okay, Harry. Tell me how you're really on the job."

"I think it would be best if you came with me, Lieutenant, " Cronin said.

Da

In the backseat was a man wearing a too-small overcoat and handcuffs.

And what looked like nothing else.

Da

"Who's this?"

"You have absolutely no reason to hold me against my will," the man wearing handcuffs and a too-small overcoat said without much conviction in his voice.

"His name is Ketcham, Ronald R."

"Really? Didn't you think that the Locate, Do Not Detain meant 'Do Not Detain'?"

"Sir?" Cronin asked. It was the first he'd heard of the Locate, Do Not Detain.

"Where're Mr. Ketcham's clothes?"

"I left them back there," Harry said.

"Where's 'there,' Harry?" Da

"In the NIKE site," Harry said. "I found this guy, wearing nothing but the overcoat, locked up in one room, and his clothes in another."

"In the NIKE site? What the hell were you doing in the NIKE site?"

"I had a gut feeling that there was something wrong in there," Harry said. "So I went and had a look, and there he was."

Da

"Mr. Ketcham, what were you doing in the NIKE site?"

"I'm not going to say a word until I have a chance to consult with my attorney."

"Yes, sir," Da

"Yes, sir. I went through them until I found his wallet. But I thought…"

"We'll be with you in just a minute, Mr. Ketcham," Da

He signaled Harry to follow him back into the building.

"You know, Harry, right, that we have no authority inside that fence? It's federal property?"

"Yes, sir."

They entered the building, and Lieutenant Justice signaled to the trainee behind the glass window to open the door.

"Wait," he said to Harry, then went through the door, where he removed the clipboard from its peg and read the Locate, Do Not Detain on Ketcham, Ronald R. again.

He first thought he should call his brother-in-law the deputy commissioner. There was no question that what he had in his hands was shortly going to come to the attention of the upper echelons of the Philadelphia Police Department.

But the Locate, Do Not Detain-more than a little unusually-specifically ordered that ChInsp. Coughlin, Insp. Wohl and/or Sgt. Washington be notified immediately.