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Dutch” Moffitt, commanding officer of the Highway Patrol, to a stickup vermin’s bullet six months before, she had pointedly excluded Patricia Sullivan Moffitt Payne’s name from the family list for seating in St. Dominic’s Church for Dutch’s funeral mass. The day after Captain Dutch Moffitt had been laid to rest, Matthew W. Payne went to the City Administration Building and joined the Police Department. Chief Inspector Dennis V. Coughlin had been nearly as unhappy about this as had been Brewster Cortland Payne II, Matt’s adoptive father.
Tom obviously thought that Denny Coughlin could walk on water if he wanted to, and could do no wrong, even if that meant special treatment for his old buddy’s rookie son. But that wasn’t really the case. Part of it was that it was difficult to dislike Matt Payne. He was a pleasant young man whose respect for the others was clear without being obsequious. But the real reason, which Payne didn’t even suspect, was they were actually a little in awe of him. He had found himself in a life-threatening situation—the Northwest Philly serial rapist would have liked nothing better than to run over him with his van—and had handled it perfectly, by blowing the scumbag’s brains out.
And when he got to ‘Nam and they showed him the movies of the venereal diseases you could catch over there, some of them they didn’t have a cure for, he believed them and kept his pecker in his pocket for the whole damned time. How the hell could he go home and marry Anne-Marie, who he knew was a decent girl and was saving herself for marriage, if he caught some kind of incurable VD from a Vietnamese whore? The first thing he knew, he was a corporal, and then a sergeant, and a lot of the guys who’d gone into the boonies high on grass or coke or something had gone home in body bags.