"Jonathan Winston, meet David Dean," Leland announced.
Winston was most personable and seemed genuinely interested in the small town and surrounding countryside.
"I'm not so sure," Winston said.
Winston paused before answering.
He briefly explained the situation to Winston, who had no problem detouring for the short time it would take to question the youth.
"All in a day's work," Dean answered, winking at Winston as he said it.
Dean thanked him, a hint of envy in his voice, and he and Winston continued their trip to the motel.
"You're pretty good at interviewing," Winston noted, as they joined the sparse midday traffic northward.
Baratto was in the john, but as soon as he emerged, he took one look at Winston and turned away.
Jonathan Winston never flinched and his smile remained in place as he moved very close to Vinnie, nearly touching him.
The look on Baratto's face showed he bought every word Jonathan Winston was saying.
Winston motioned to Sackler and Dean.
"No. We're just going to have a friendly chit-chat," Winston answered.
Vinnie started to rise but Winston bounced him back down on the bed.
The two men gave Winston a half-hour alone with Baratto before returning to the motel.
As they alighted from the car, Winston came out to meet them.
Winston stressed the secrecy of the location.
While no other vehicle was visible, two men, dressed more casually than Winston, emerged from the house.
The two ushered Baratto into the house before he could change his mind, while Winston held out his hand to Dean.
Winston assumed Dean would know his way back, and Dean was too embarrassed to ask for directions.
Winston called to leave word he would see Dean tomorrow—Wednesday— at the safe house.
Baratto and Winston were alone in the safe house when Dean entered.
Dean asked as he took the cup of coffee Winston offered.
"Let's hear it again," said Winston with a sigh.
"Dean hasn't heard it," Winston said.
It's dark out, as black as Winston here, and we drop 'em and scoot.
Winston explained to Dean.
Winston paced up and down.
"In connection with the Byrne case?" asked Winston, his interest piqued.
"Stop grabbing at straws, Vinnie," Winston said sternly.
It was Winston who answered, anger in his voice.
Jonathan Winston will be getting a medal.
Winston seemed to sense someone sitting on the bed but he could not recognize Dean in the darkened room.
"Welcome to Philadelphia!" said Jonathan Winston, looking as resplendent as ever.
Winston explained that Arthur had recently contacted the government about supplying information on his Philadelphia clients because, he claimed, he was beginning to get nervous.
Dean located Jonathan Winston and related what Fred had seen but it was clear the FBI officer doubted the identification and gave only a cursory nod and a promise to look into it.
Winston hooked a leg around a chair and sat.
Winston crossed over to Baratto with surprising speed and grabbed him by the collar, nearly lifting him off the ground.
Jonathan Winston pulled Baratto away, and turned to give Dean a scathing look that said It's your fault for not keeping your mouth shut.
Winston dragged him toward the doorway, pausing by Rita's desk.
Dean was surprised by the FBI's prompt response to what he'd described to Winston as an unimportant matter.
Winston would have my job if I blew his mob case on unfounded speculation and if I went public in any way, the news is sure to get out.