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by W. E. B Griffin




  PRAISE FOR W.E.B. GRIFFIN’S ALL-TIME CLASSIC SERIES,

  BADGE OF HONOR

  W.E.B. Griffin’s electrifying epic series

  of a big-city police force…

  “DAMN EFFECTIVE…He captivates you with characters the way few authors can.”

  —Tom Clancy

  “TOUGH, AUTHENTIC…POLICE DRAMA AT ITS BEST…Readers will feel as if they’re part of the investigation, and the true-to-life characters will soon feel like old friends. Excellent reading.”

  —Dale Brown, bestselling author of

  Day of the Cheetah and Hammerheads

  “COLORFUL…GRITTY…TENSE.”

  —The Philadelphia Inquirer

  “A REAL WINNER.”

  —New York Daily News

  “NOT SINCE JOSEPH WAMBAUGH have we been treated to a police story of the caliber that Griffin gives us. He creates a story about real people in a real world doing things that are AS REAL AS TODAY’S HEADLINES.”

  —Harold Coyle, bestselling author

  of Team Yankee and Sword Point

  “FANS OF ED MCBAIN’S 87TH PRECINCT NOVELS BETTER MAKE ROOM ON THEIR SHELVES…Badge of Honor is first and foremost the story of the people who solve the crimes. The characters come alive.”

  —Gainesville Times (GA)

  “GRITTY, FAST-PACED…AUTHENTIC.”

  —Richard Herman, Jr., author

  of The Warbirds

  THE CORPS

  W.E.B. Griffin’s bestselling saga of

  the heroes we call Marines…

  “THE BEST CHRONICLER OF THE U.S. MILITARY EVER TO PUT PEN TO PAPER.”

  —Phoenix Gazette

  “A BRILLIANT STORY…NOT ONLY WORTHWHILE, IT’S A PUBLIC SERVICE.”

  —The Washington Times

  “GREAT READING. A superb job of mingling fact and fiction…[Griffin’s] characters come to life.”

  —The Sunday Oklahoman

  “THIS MAN HAS REALLY DONE HIS HOMEWORK…I confess to impatiently awaiting the appearance of succeeding books in the series.”

  —The Washington Post

  “GRIFFIN’S BOOKS HAVE HOOKED ME…THERE IS NO ONE BETTER.”

  —Chattanooga News-Free Press

  “W.E.B. GRIFFIN HAS DONE IT AGAIN!”

  —Rave Reviews

  “ACTION-PACKED…DIFFICULT TO PUT DOWN.”

  —Marine Corps Gazette

  BROTHERHOOD OF WAR

  A sweeping military epic of the United States Army that

  became a New York Times bestselling phenomenon.

  “A MAJOR WORK…MAGNIFICENT…POWERFUL…If books about warriors and the women who love them were given medals for authenticity, insight and honesty, Brotherhood of War would be covered with them.”

  —William Bradford Huie, author of

  The Klansman and The Execution of Private Slovik

  “Brotherhood of War gets into the hearts and minds of those who by choice or circumstances are called upon to fight our nation’s wars.”

  —William R. Corson, Lt. Col. (Ret.) U.S.M.C.,

  author of The Betrayal and The Armies of Ignorance

  “Captures the rhythms of army life and speech, its rewards and deprivations…A WELL-WRITTEN, ABSORBING ACCOUNT.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “REFLECTS THE FLAVOR OF WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE A PROFESSIONAL SOLDIER.”

  —Frederick Downs, author of The Killing Zone

  “LARGE, EXCITING, FAST-MOVING.”

  —Shirley Ann Grau, author of The Keepers of the House

  “A MASTER STORYTELLER who makes sure each book stands on its own.”

  —Newport News Press

  “GRIFFIN HAS BEEN CALLED THE LOUIS L’AMOUR OF MILITARY FICTION, AND WITH GOOD REASON.”

  —Chattanooga News-Free Press

  TITLES BY W.E.B. GRIFFIN

  HONOR BOUND

  HONOR BOUND

  BLOOD AND HONOR

  SECRET HONOR

  BROTHERHOOD

  OF WAR

  BOOK I: THE LIEUTENANTS

  BOOK II: THE CAPTAINS

  BOOK III: THE MAJORS

  BOOK IV: THE COLONELS

  BOOK V: THE BERETS

  BOOK VI: THE GENERALS

  BOOK VII: THE NEW BREED

  BOOK VIII: THE AVIATORS

  BOOK IX: SPECIAL OPS

  THE CORPS

  BOOK I: SEMPER FI

  BOOK II: CALL TO ARMS

  BOOK III: COUNTERATTACK

  BOOK IV: BATTLEGROUND

  BOOK V: LINE OF FIRE

  BOOK VI: CLOSE COMBAT

  BOOK VII: BEHIND THE LINES

  BOOK VIII: IN DANGER’S PATH

  BOOK IX: UNDER FIRE

  BOOK X: RETREAT, HELL!

  BADGE OF HONOR

  BOOK I: MEN IN BLUE

  BOOK II: SPECIAL OPERATIONS

  BOOK III: THE VICTIM

  BOOK IV: THE WITNESS

  BOOK V: THE ASSASSIN

  BOOK VI: THE MURDERERS

  BOOK VII: THE INVESTIGATORS

  BOOK VIII: FINAL JUSTICE

  MEN AT WAR

  BOOK I: THE LAST HEROES

  BOOK II: THE SECRET WARRIORS

  BOOK III: THE SOLDIER SPIES

  BOOK IV: THE FIGHTING AGENTS

  BOOK V: THE SABOTEURS

  BOOK VI: THE DOUBLE AGENTS

  PRESIDENTIAL AGENT

  BOOK I: BY ORDER OF THE PRESIDENT

  BOOK II: THE HOSTAGE

  BOOK III: THE HUNTERS

  BOOK IV: THE SHOOTERS

  W. E. B. GRIFFIN

  THE WITNESS

  FOURTH IN THE BADGE OF HONOR SERIES

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.

  BADGE OF HONOR: THE WITNESS

  A Jove Book / published by arrangement with the author

  Copyright © 1992 by W.E.B. Griffin.

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  ISBN: 978-1-4406-3868-8

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  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  For Sergeant Zebulon V. Casey

  Internal Affairs Division

  Police Department, Retired, the City of Philadelphia.

  He knows why.

  ONE

  The Day After New Year’s Day Reception given by Taddeus Czernich, who was the police commissioner of the City of Philadelphia, was considered by Staff Inspector Peter F. Wohl as a lousy idea whose time had unfortunately come.

  New Year’s Eve is not a popular festive occasion so far as the police of Philadelphia are concerned. For one thing, almost no police are free to make merry themselves, because they are on duty. On New Year’s Eve all the amateur drunks are out in force, with a lamentable tendency to settle midnight differences of opinion with one form of violence or another, and/or to run their automobiles through red lights and into one another, which of course requires the professional services of the Police Department to put things in order.

  New Year’s Day is worse. Philadelphia greets the New Year with the Mummer’s Parade down Broad Street. There are massive crowds of people, many of whom have ingested one form of antifreeze or another, to control. Pickpockets and other thieves, who have been anxiously awaiting the chance to ply their trades, come out of the woodwork.

  For a very long time, the Day After New Year’s Day was a day on which every police officer who did not absolutely have to be on duty stayed home, slept late, and tried to forget how he had spent New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day.

  But then, during the reign of Police Commissioner Jerry Carlucci, that all changed. Jerry Carlucci had decided that it behooved him to make some gesture to the senior commanders of the Department in token of his appreciation for their faithful service during the past year.

  He would, he decided, have a Commissioner’s Reception at his home, and invite every captain and above in the Department. It would have been nice to invite all the white shirts, but there were just too many lieutenants; they would have to wait until they got themselves promoted. Since New Year’s Day was out of the question, because everybody was working, the Day After New Year’s Day was selected.

  By the time Commissioner Czernich had assumed office, following the election of Jerry Carlucci as mayor of the City of Brotherly Love, the Commissioner’s Reception on the Day After New Year’s Day had become a tradition.

  The wives, of course, loved it. Because their husbands had been working, they hadn’t had the chance to do anything special on New Year’s Eve. Now, through the gracious invitation of the commissioner, they had the opportunity to get all dressed up and meet with the other ladies in a pleasant atmosphere.

  If the senior officers of the Philadelphia Police Department, who had really looked forward to doing nothing more physically exerting than walking from the bedroom to their chair in front of the TV in the living room, didn’t like it, too bad.

  Marriage was a two-way street. It was not too much to ask of a husband that he put on either his best uniform (uniforms were “suggested”) or his good suit and spend three hours in the company of his spiffed-up spouse, who had spent New Year’s watching the TV.

  What wives thought of the affair was not really germane for Staff Inspector Wohl, who did not have one, had never had one, and had absolutely no desire to change that situation anytime soon.

  There was a Mrs. Wohl at the reception however, in the role of wife. She was Mrs. Olga Wohl, whose husband was Chief Inspector Augustus Wohl, Retired.

  Mrs. Wohl had actually said to Staff Inspector Wohl, “Peter, if you were married, your wife would be here with you. She would love it.”

  Peter Wohl had learned at twelve that debating his mother was a no-win arrangement, so he simply smiled at her.

  “And you should have worn your uniform,” Mrs. Wohl went on. “You look so nice in it. Why didn’t you?”

  Wohl was wearing a nearly new single-breasted glen plaid suit, a light blue, button-down collar shirt, and a striped necktie his administrative assistant had told him was also worn by members of Her Britannic Majesty’s Household Cavalry. He was a pleasant-looking thirty-five-year-old who did not much resemble what comes to mind when the term “cop” or “staff inspector” comes up.

  “It didn’t come back from the cleaners.”

  That was not the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Staff Inspector Wohl’s uniform was hanging in one of his closets. He had bought it when he had been promoted to lieutenant, and the epaulets were adorned with a golden bar. Now the epaulets carrried the golden oak leaf (like an army major’s) of a staff inspector, but the uniform still looked almost brand-new. He had seldom worn it as a lieutenant, or as a captain, and he rarely wore it now. He had last worn it six months before at the inspector’s funeral Captain Richard F. “Dutch” Moffitt had earned for himself by getting killed in the line of duty. It would not have bothered Staff Inspector Wohl if his uniform remained in his closet, unworn, until the moths ate it down to the last button hole.

  “Well, you certainly have no one to blame but yourself for that.”

  “You’re right, Mother,” he said, reaching for another shrimp.

  The food at the Commissioner’s Day After New Year’s Day Reception was superb. This was less a manifestation of either Commissioner Czernich’s taste or his generosity toward his guests but rather of the high esteem in which Commissioner Czernich and the police generally were held by various citizens of the City of Brotherly Love.

  This, too, was a legacy from the reign of Jerry Carlucci as police commissioner. At the very first Commissioner’s Reception to which then Sergeant Wohl had gone (under the mantle of then active Chief Inspector Wohl), the food had been heavily Italian in flavor. When the mayor’s many friends in the Italian community had heard that Jerry was having a party for the other cops on the Day After New Year’s Day, it seemed only right that they sort of help him out.

  You can say a lot of things, many of them unpleasant, about Jerry Carlucci, but nobody ever heard of him taking a dime. And on what he’s making as commissioner, he can’t afford to feed all them cops. Angelo, call Salvatore, and maybe Joe Fierellio, too, and tell them I’m gonna make up some pasta and a ham, and maybe some pastry, and send it out to Jerry Carlucci’s house, for the Day After New Year’s Day cop party he’s giving, and ask them maybe they want to get in on it.

  By the time Commissioner Carlucci’s Second Annual Day After New Year’s Day Reception was held, the Commissioner’s many friends in the other ethnic communities of the City of Brotherly Love had learned what the Italians had done. The repast of the Second Reception had been multinational in scope. By the time of Commissioner Carlucci’s last Day After New Year’s Day Reception (three years before; two days after which he had to resign to run for mayor), being permitted to make a little contribution to the Commissioner’s Day After New Year’s Day Reception carried a certain cachet among the city’s restauranteurs, fish mongers, pastry bakers, florists, and wholesale butchers.

  “When did
you start drinking that?”

  “Right after the waiter filled the glass.”

  “I mean, start drinking champagne?”

  “As soon as I heard it was free, Mother.”

  “Don’t be a smarty-pants, Peter. It gives me a headache, is what I mean.”

  “Then if I were you, I wouldn’t drink it.”

  A tall, muscular, intelligent-faced young man, who looked to be in his late twenties, walked up to them.

  “Good afternoon, Inspector,” he said, and nodded at Olga Wohl. “Ma’am.”

  “Hello, Charley,” Wohl said. “Do you know my mother?”

  “No, I don’t. I know Chief Wohl, ma’am.”

  “Mother, this is Sergeant Draper. He’s Commissioner Cohan’s driver.”

  “Nice to meet you,” she said. “Are you having a nice time?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Inspector, when you have a minute, the commissioner would like to have a word with you.”

  “Which commissioner, Charley?” Wohl asked. “Your commissioner, or that one?”

  He raised his glass in the direction of half a dozen men gathered in a knot. One of them was the Hon. Jerry Carlucci. The others were Chief Inspector Augustus Wohl, Retired, Chief Inspector Matt Lowenstein, Chief Inspector Dennis V. Coughlin, Captain Jack McGovern, and Police Commissioner Taddeus Czernich.

  “Mine, sir,” Sergeant Draper said, a little chagrined. “Commissioner Cohan is over thataway.” He pointed with an inclination of his head.

  “Tell him I’ll be right with him.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Where, by the way,” Olga Wohl asked as soon as Draper was out of earshot, “is your driver?”

  “I don’t have a driver, Mother. I am a lowly staff inspector.”

  “You know what I mean. The Payne boy. Your father likes him.”

 

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