Riverville Murder - Chapter 12

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Case of the Riverville Murder

A Short Story by Ernie Whitenack

Chapter Twelve

Previously:

Scott and the others run after Nunsay. Scott shouts, “You two, stop. You are under arrest.”

Nunsay stops running as he reaches the waiting van, pulls a revolver and fires at Scott. Scott winces as the round grazes his ribs, but gets off two shots at Nunsay’s legs. Nunsay goes down writhing in pain from the sting of the 45 Caliber slug buried deep in his right thigh. Nunsay’s partner, unknown to this point, stands shaking beside the van. The driver sits silently with his hands placed on top of his head.

As soon as the situation cooled down, Martin Wolfe, his handcuffed hands behind his back, was roughly escorted by two detectives to one of the unmarked cruisers and rushed off to Massachusetts State Police headquarters. His hands were freed on the way, and an explanation given of the fake arrest.

Scott and Albert Nunsay, in separate ambulances, were rushed to Beth Israel Hospital, while the van driver and Nunsay’s, yet unidentified accomplice, were hauled off to Boston City Jail.

Sgt. Allan Rockford, in Scott’s car, followed the ambulance transporting Scott. On the way, he radioed Riverville PD to inform ATF man Henry Reichmann and Detective Hendersen of the recent events. At the hospital, he walked along with the gurney carrying Scott to the E. R. 

“That’s not much more than a very painful scratch,” the E.R. doctor told Scott as he injected a pain killer near the wound, and applied a compress. “You can wait. The other guy is in worse shape.”

Rockford pulled a chair close to the Gurney. “That’s good news. You will probably be out of here in a couple of hours. I’ll just hang around. That was a close one, wasn’t it? We got there just in time. A minute later and they would have had Agent Wolfe in that van. Would you like something to drink, Sir, Coffee – a Pepsi?”

“Yes, actually I would like a nice hot cup of coffee -- black. If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’ll have one as well,” Rockford said as he hooked his badge over the breast pocket of his sport jacket, and headed to the nurse’s station; knowing the coffee there is better than out of a machine.

Returning with the coffee to Scotts cubicle in the ER, Rockford encountered the doctor attending Nunsay.

“How is Mr. Nunsay’s wound, doctor.”

“The slug almost went entirely through his thigh, but missed the bones. He’s lucky in that respect, but he’s not going to be walking for quite a while. I hate it when I see a wound by a “45”. There is always a lot of deep clean-up and closing associated with them. Smaller slug wounds are much cleaner unless they go through and leave a jagged exit hole. He is in the process of being stabilized. We have controlled the bleeding, but he won’t go to surgery for a couple of hours. Tell Mr. Wadsworth I’ll be in to see him soon. Where his wound is not serious, I think we can get him patched up without going to a surgical suite. However, to be on the safe side, I want him to stay here for a couple of hours to make sure there is no residual shock to his system.”

“Thanks, Doc. I’ll pass this on to Mr. Wadsworth.”

While handing Scott his coffee, Rockford related the information from the ER doctor and asked, “Should I call Mrs. Wadsworth for you?”

“Oh no, it’s better I tell her in person. Otherwise, she will be here before I can leave. She often gets over anxious.”

“One thing you can do is radio Carl Hendersen in Riverville and tell him what happened. He’s expecting me there today. Also, tell him I’ll call him as soon as possible.”

Vermont:

Kelly Adams’s Aunt Helen, with much effort, finally has the family seated at the table for lunch and make an announcement. “I received a phone call from your uncle Carl this morning, Kelly. He asked me to tell you that things at home are being finalized and cousin Francis will be here to take you home tomorrow about two in the afternoon.”

“Really!” Kelly responded. That’s wonderful. Not just for me, but that they are close to closing a very complicated case. I’ll miss you all very much. However, you aren’t getting rid of me. To be truthful, I dreaded spending time in the country, on a farm, with no friends and nothing to do. I was so mistaken. My time with you all has been delightful and I love you all, and I’ll be returning as often as possible to Vermont.”

The family applauded Kelly as she sat and the oldest of her cousins said, “Kelly, you have brought a ray of sunshine into our lives. We love you as well, and welcome you into our home whenever you wish to come.”

Kelly’s cousin Francis, accompanied by Anthony Marzano, parked the car near the rear door at one-forty-five the next afternoon. The sight of Marzano caused Kelly’s heart to jump, and it frightened her. She is strangely embarrassed, bringing an instant blush to her cheeks, and an awareness that this is the first time anything like this has happened to her.

“I hardly know this man,” she scolded herself.

South Boston:

Setting in their favorite bar, under the expressway at the edge of Southie, Jerry Mc Dougal and John Byrne, who quickly got word of Nunsay’s arrest and the apprehension of Sean Keogh, are wondering how it happened

Mc Dougal draws on his pipe and says to Byrne, “And they got Nunsay in the act of trying to grab Keogh from off the street. From what I heard, it was an actual pinch of Keogh, handcuffs and all. Do you think we could have been wrong about Keogh? Maybe he was on the up-and-up, and not an ATF man after all.”

“Well, we’ll never know the whole story for sure. I just hope no one ties us in with Nunsay. You know, we were quite free with meeting him where others were around. We could be in those handcuffs soon. Maybe we should talk to the boss about getting out of town for a while.” Byrne replied before he downed the last of a bottle of beer.

That evening Nancy Wadsworth is barely speaking to Scott, but after the boys are in bed she settles in beside Scott on the sofa, looks at him sternly and says, “What were you thinking? Obviously, it wasn’t about the boys and me. A couple of inches to the left and that bullet would have punctured your lung. You could be dead by now.

“Nancy, please. I’m tired and I hurt. Can we put this off until tomorrow?”

“I am sympathetic about your situation, but no. I need an answer.”

“OK, I was thinking of the same thing my job has caused me to consider for a while now; the murder of a Federal Agent and the potential killing of a second one. Also, the fatal peril of an innocent twenty-two-year-old girl, and daughter of a friend. Then there is the shipment of illegal arms to the Irish Republican Army, to ostensibly be used to kill innocent people in a fight that in actuality could be settled by some serious and truthful talking, and eventual legislation. All this because of two gangs of mobsters. One ruling Somerville and the other South Boston. But it goes much deeper. The money collectors across the country who badger folks to support this Irish conflict under the guise of charity, and the financiers who launder this money and dispense it for illegal activities. This is my duty as an attorney, an officer of the court, a member of the state police as Chief Investigator for the State’s Attorney. Most of all, because I am a loyal American who wants to see that we have an upstanding and impartial view of foreign affairs, but to intervene when a faction of society sends this goal off-track. In no way does this detract from my duty to you and our boys. In a way, it is part and parcel of the same duty men have honored since the American Revolution.”

“Well, that was some speech, Mr. Investigator. I should know better than to argue with the best lawyer in the state,” Nancy said before she grabbed Scott in a bearhug and kissed him. “I’m very sorry. I shouldn’t have come at you that way. It’s just that you frightened me, getting wounded in a fire fight. Please wear some protection when you think there will be a possibility of gun fire.”

“I promise. The force recently purchased bullet proof vest. I’ll put in a requisition tomorrow for my driver and myself.”

Sgt. Allan Rockford turned the car onto Walnut Street at seven A.M., just as Scott closed the gate to his front yard.

“Good morning Allan. I have good news. I’ve put in a verbal requisition this morning for bullet proof vest for us and got the OK. I’ll send in a written requisition from the office later. We might be the first to have them, but all state troopers will have them in a week or so – a big step forward.”

“That’s great, sir. I was thinking about that last night. It would have saved you a lot of pain. Where to today, sir?”

“Riverville, please. Now that Nunsay is in custody, it’s time to confront James Hurley and then set up a meeting with Chief Grant of Somerville in preparation to clean up the Compton Hill gang. I have state detectives and Boston cops on everyone we know is, or might be, associated with Nunsay and that gang in Southie.”

About half way to Riverville, Scott phoned Carl Hendersen.

As soon as Carl heard Scotts voice, he interrupted. “Scott, are you OK? I heard, on the news last night, about Nunsay’s arrest and you being wounded.”

“It’s just a scratch, Carl. I’m fine and on my way to Riverville. I want to talk Hurley first and then to you and the chief, as well as Henry Reichmann regarding Somerville. I think it’s time to clean them out. Between The info Sullivan sent me, whatever we can get out of Hurley and anything Chief Grant has, we should be able to do a thorough job of it.”

 “Looking forward to it, Scott. I’ll alert the chief and Reichmann that you are on your way. By the way, Hurley has been silent. I think he figures we don’t have much on him, but he is obviously scared to death – doesn’t eat much and paces around in his cell all the time.”

“Then we have a big surprise for him,” Scott said with a chuckle.

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Ernie Whitenack was born in 1928 in Springfield, Illinois and moved to Massachusetts in the mid 1930's. He is a Korean War veteran, worked as a photographic illustrator for 43 years and is now retired. Oh, and in case you didn't notice.... he's a pipe smoker too.

Copyright © Ernest N. Whitenack 2020
All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, stored in, or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, printing, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner.

Riverville Murder - Chapter 13

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Case of the Riverville Murder

A Short Story by Ernie Whitenack

Chapter Thirteen

Previously:

About halfway to Riverville, Scott phoned Carl Hendersen.

As soon as Carl heard Scotts voice, he interrupted. “Scott, are you OK? I heard, on the news last night, about Nunsay’s arrest and you being wounded.”

“It’s just a scratch, Carl. I’m fine and on my way to Riverville. I want to talk Hurley first and then to you and the chief, as well as Henry Reichmann regarding Somerville. I think it’s time to clean them out. Between The info Sullivan sent me, whatever we can get out of Hurley and anything Chief Grant has, we should be able to do a thorough job of it.”

 “Looking forward to it, Scott. I’ll alert the chief and Reichmann that you are on your way. By the way, Hurley has been silent. I think he figures we don’t have much on him, but he is obviously scared to death – doesn’t eat much and paces around in his cell all the time.”

“Then we have a big surprise for him,” Scott said with a chuckle.

The rain and wind along the coast, that keeps the Dolphin tied to its dock in Portland, slowed traffic on Rt. One. The monotonous rhythm of the windshield wipers distracts Scott as he tries to concentrate, once again, on the information provided by Inspector Frank Sullivan.

“When in hell is this rain going to stop?” Scott asks angrily as he shoves the papers back in to his briefcase. “I want to refresh my memory on the stuff Sullivan sent me. I really want to shake-up Hurley and get him talking.”

“Well, let’s see what the radio has to say about the weather,” Allan said as he switched on the car’s civilian radio.

“And now for some good news. The tropical depression, that has been plaguing the East coast, from the Carolinas to Nova Scotia, for more than a week, looks like it is about to end. A strong high-pressure system is sweeping down from Canada, and the upper Mid-West. If it maintains its intensity, it will weaken the existing depression and it will dissipate in three or four days. Welcome the sun! Be sure to stay tuned for further news and weather from coast to coast. This is WBZ and WBZA – Boston and Springfield. At the tone, the time will be eight-thirty-seven.” Bing-Bong-Bing.

“Thanks Allan. That’s good to hear and I’m sure the FTA and Coast Guard will be happy to tie this up. I wish this traffic could loosen up.”

As Scotts car turned into the Riverville PD parking lot, and found a parking spot, Scott noticed Henry Reichmann a short distance away exiting his car and waited for him at the door.

“Henry, have you talked to Hurley?”

“I tried, but he isn’t saying a word – just sits there with a smug look on his face as if we didn’t have a thing on him. Watching him in his cell, he is like a different man. He appears to be very nervous and paces a lot.”

“And well he should be, Scott replied. If he really thinks we have nothing to bring him to trial, he is in for a big surprise.”

Chief Hendersen and Detective Carl Hendersen welcomed Scott and Allan warmly. “Scott we’re so happy you got Albert Nunsay and your wound was not serious. That was quite a bag and will more than likely lead to the clean-up of that Southie crowd.” The chief said.

“It’s not going to hurt the interrogation of Hurley either. Once he hears of it, and I intend to tell him, he’ll start wondering how much Nunsay is talking. It gives us the upper hand. That, and the material Sullivan gave us

should soften him up considerably.”

Carl Hendersen said, “Well, shall we get on with it. I have had Hurley steaming in interrogation room “A” since early this morning.”

“Yes, let’s do it then. I would like just Carl and Henry with me, at least in the beginning. The rest can observe from the viewing room. If I think your presence will be helpful, I’ll signal and you can come in,” Scott instructed.

Portland:

At the harbor, things are buzzing around the trawler Dolphin. The report of better weather raises hopes of getting to sea. However, the plans have changed. Instead of heading directly for the three-mile point, the skipper plans to hug the coast and go north, then reverse course a short distance in hopes of fooling the Coast Guard. Then, make an all-out run to the open sea. Disguised as dock workers, ATF agents are watching the Dolphin closely from several strategic spots. The Maine State Police are nearby, and the Coast Guard is already in the harbor awaiting the departure of the Dolphin.

Riverville:

“OK, Mr. Hurley, it’s time to cooperate. We, the state police, Somerville police and the ATF, intend to break-up and arrest, the Compton Hill gang. And, you are going to help us.”

 “Now, why would I be doin’ a thing like that?” Hurley asked smugly.

“To start with, we have Albert Nunsay – you know him. We also have photos of you tailing Kelly Adams and waiting around to tail her home and planning her murder because she overheard a conversation you had with Frank Sullivan. One of the pictures shows an unlicensed revolver tucked into your waistband. We also have affidavits outlining your activity in illegal arms purchase and shipment overseas. We have verification of your association with a Mr. Connors of Global Mortgage and Loan Company, who is currently being investigated by the ATF and IRS. Then, there is this large envelope full of information from Inspector Frank Sullivan of Interpol’s National Central Bureau in Dublin”

At that Hurley, sweating and red-faced yells, “Inspector Frank Sullivan! The blighter! I’ll kill him if I ever see him again. So that’s where he went.”

“To continue, Mr. Hurley, The state has enough on you to put you away for about fifty years. And then another fifty on federal charges. Because you have offended the United States of America., the sentences will run consecutively. To top it all off, you just threatened an international police officer in front of witnesses. You will spend the rest of your life behind bars. There will be no paroles.”

Hurley says nothing but throws his head back and stares at the ceiling, as if counting the perforations in the acoustic tiles.

Henry Reichmann clears his throat and interjects, “However, there is an option. We could deport you. You entered this country fraudulently on a temporary visitor’s visa from the port of Dublin. Should you cooperate and give us what we want, the USA has the choice of returning you to that port, and you take your chances. Perhaps you can get help from Gus Malone, your Provo contact in Ulster.”

Hurley bangs both fists on the table, looks viciously at the two men confronting him, and with anger in his voice yells out, “Holy Mother, is there anything you don’t know?”

Burying his face in his hands, and his shoulders slumped in defeat, Hurley says softly, “Ask away.”

Behind the viewing glass, the chief’s secretary opens her shorthand pad and lays out three pencils.

“Do we have a stenographer handy?” Scott askes the viewing window.

“Yes, ready and waiting,” the chief’s voice answers from a small speaker barely visible in the ceiling of the interrogation room.

Scott, sitting across the table from Hurley, spreads out the material Sullivan supplied and starts questioning Hurley based on that material. Hurley freely answers each question, and occasionally amplifies his answer with additional information.

About an hour and a half later Scott says, “Were about done here, Mr. Hurley. Who heads up the Compton Hill gang and where does he live?”

“I don’t dare answer that, Mr. Wadsworth. The boss has connections all over New England. I’ll be dead within twenty-four hours of you collaring him if I do.”

“No, you will not. With the number of charges against you, and some of them being federal charges, you will be held with extreme security in place. We will attempt to institute a press black-out on this whole case until we are through in Somerville, South Boston and have stopped the trawler Dolphin from delivering any armament. Now, I suggest you answer if you expect anything at your trial to go your way. Remember, you are looking at one-hundred years in jail, or simply deportation.”

“Ok, Ok. His name is Nathan Goddard. I think he has charges against him somewhere for assault, but I don’t know where. He lives several places. As I remember, it’s 258 Clark Street, here in Somerville, but I could be wrong about the number. In Southie, he lives on C Street. I don’t know the number. He owns a bar opposite Carson Beach, but off a street under the Expressway. He also has a place on Cape Cod somewhere.”

Scotts attention peaked when Hurley mentioned C Street. “Does Goddard have family or strong connections in South Boston?”

“Just the strongest! He runs the gang that took out the FTA agent.” Hurley answers. “And, about all the gambling on the East coast. He’s a big man here in Massachusetts, and beyond.”

“Last question. Do you know who actually killed ATF agent Clarence Anderson?”

“Nunsay, I’ve heard. Sure, and I do believe it. I don’t know him personally – it’s just that I hear he is a mean and blood-thirsty bastard.”

“That’s it Mr. Hurley. Thanks for your cooperation. It will be noted at your arraignment. Would you like some coffee?”

Hurley nodded and Scott looked at the viewing window. “Can we have some coffee in here, please?”

As the three men enjoy the coffee and pastry, Scott fills an Ehrlich large Pot pipe from his suede pouch and lights it, then says, “Mr. Hurley, you will be transferred to a secure, and little known, Mass. State penial facility, usually used to house felons convicted of business and financial crimes. You will be well cared for there.”

Henry Reichmann finishes a Cheese Danish, washes it down with the last of his coffee, and turns to Hurley. “You might be remanded to federal custody. It depends which trial takes precedence. If, and when, that is the case, you will be in a similar facility and guarded by Federal Marshals. At either facility, I suggest you be on your very best behavior or that also will be noted at your arraignment and will be very detrimental to your future.”

Scott turns to the viewing window and signals that they are through, whereupon two patrolmen enter to escort Hurley to his cell.

“Mr. Wadsworth. They have taken everything from me. Do ‘ya think it possible I can have me pipe, pouch and Zippo?”

“I’ll see to it,” Scott replies.

As they leave the interrogation room, the intercom speaker announces, “Chief Hendersen, Chief Grant is waiting in your conference room.

“Winston, good to see you again. I think the last time was the Chiefs Association meeting a couple of years ago,” Chief Hendersen exclaims enthusiastically upon entering the conference room.

“I think you are right -- how time flies. How are you anyway, Michael?”

“I’m doing very well; especially since we have Hurley under wraps. We just finished questioning him and he “sang like a Canary” to quote the movies. Please, have a seat, Wadsworth will be along directly. He is – no we are all anxious to help you clean up Somerville. Anyway, he will bring you up to the minute when he gets here.  It has been a grueling three hours for him, so, I think he is probably refreshing himself.

Scott and Allan enter the conference room ten minutes later. Scott, while shaking hands with Chief Grant, introduces Allan and then says, “I think that went very well, thanks to Frank Sullivan. Being able to confront Hurley, with the surprise of information he had no idea we have, certainly made my job easier. And, we might have saved a couple of days interrogating him.

Chief Grant responds, “And we had Sullivan down as a real hard case; mainly because of his closeness to Hurley. Are we ready to construct an operation to take down the Compton Hill gang?”

“I really want to grab Nathan Goddard first, and then coordinate, as closely as possible, the arrests in South Boston and Somerville. We have confirmed, Chief Grant, that Goddard also heads up the C Street gang, as it is suddenly being called. We have a home address for him in Southie, and a bar he owns there. Also, for a residence on the Cape.”

“You’re biting off a big mouthful there, Scott. That is a massive undertaking involving a lot of cops” Grant replied.

“You are so right. However, it will take a couple or three days to accomplish. The way I see it is: First, Goddard. We will hit all addresses, including his bar, simultaneously. If Successful, we will, as quietly as possible, start to pick-up gang members in both cities. The hope being, that we can complete the job before word gets out that we are making arrests. Who knows, we might even bag a few at Goddard’s bar when we are there. I have state detectives and troopers cruising South Boston around the clock. According to the captain, the gang is a habitual bunch, following the same daily routines with few exceptions. I’m convinced it will go quickly.”

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Ernie Whitenack was born in 1928 in Springfield, Illinois and moved to Massachusetts in the mid 1930's. He is a Korean War veteran, worked as a photographic illustrator for 43 years and is now retired. Oh, and in case you didn't notice.... he's a pipe smoker too.

Copyright © Ernest N. Whitenack 2020
All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, stored in, or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, printing, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner.

Riverville Murder - Chapter 14

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Case of the Riverville Murder

A Short Story by Ernie Whitenack

Chapter Fourteen

Previously:

“You are so right. However, it will take a couple or three days to accomplish. The way I see it is: First, Goddard. We will hit all addresses, including his bar, simultaneously. If Successful, we will, as quietly as possible, start to pick-up gang members in both cities. The hope being, that we can complete the job before word gets out that we are making arrests. Who knows, we might even bag a few at Goddard’s bar when we are there. I have state detectives and troopers cruising South Boston around the clock. According to the captain, the gang is a habitual bunch; following the same daily routines with few exceptions. I’m convinced it will go quickly.”

“One thing is bothering me about Goddard. His name came to me from Mic Mitchell among a list of employees at Swenson’s Plumbing Service. It hardly seems that he would have a job as a plumber and boss two gangs at the same time.”

“Yes, that does seem strange, Grant replied. Is there any way to check this again? Can you call Mitchell?”

“Oh, yes. Mic is available most of the time, unless he is out of the office checking a job. Is this phone OK for outside calls”, Scott asked Carl.

“Sure, just dial nine first.”

Scott quickly dialed the number and asked for Mic and turned on the speaker.

 “Mic, Scott here. I have a question. You gave me the name of Nathen Goddard along with Nunsay, Mc Dougal and Byrne, as well as a list of employees. Where did you come up with Goddard? Is he an employee of Swenson’s?”

“No, he isn’t. I heard his name mentioned a couple of times. Probably when I was able to eavesdrop on McDougal and Byrne while on one of their visits to see Nunsay – have no idea what he does. I thought I mentioned that.”

“That’s quite possible, Mic. I’ve been sorting out an explosion of information and it must have slipped my mind. As it turns out, he is a main character in this case. That’s all I can tell you now, but we’ll get together soon. Dinner at the house OK?”

“I look forward to it. It’s been a while since I’ve seen your boys,” Mic answered joyfully.

“That clears that up, Scott said after hanging up. Now to coordinate these arrests. Chief Grant, how much time do you need to get things set in Somerville, and how much help do you need, if any?”

“We have a good handle on everyone listed in the material Sullivan gave you. We have been on some of them for months before you called my department in on this roundup. The logical thing to do is assault on 258 Clark Street at the same time you start your search for Goddard. Next, I’ll call a department wide alert. You let me know, or I’ll let you know, when Goddard is under wraps. Then, activate the alert to start a mass roundup of the Compton Hill people the next morning. We will hit multiple homes at the same time very early in the morning. I think we can corral the majority that way. Anyone we miss can, more than likely, be picked up the same day, if we can get them before the word gets out. I’ll have only seasoned officers on this action. If you can assign a half-dozen state officers to me for the day, we can put that many more two-man cars on the job.”

Scott agreed, then turned to Henry Reichmann and asked, “Hank, does the FTA have a reason to be in on the Somerville action?”

“Not really, as long as the job gets done. With one murder solved and another two averted, I’m more interested in what Nunsay has to say, when he is able, and determine if the orders for the murder, of Clarence Anderson and the attempted murder of Martin Wolf, originated locally or from elsewhere. And, to know about his van driver and the mysterious passenger that was with Nunsay. That can wait until this grab is over. Those people aren’t going anywhere. The action in New York and Portland are of high priority for the ATF right now. I’m waiting for a call from Portland about the Dolphin’s activity. I might have to get right up there if John Guilford, the district supervisor, thinks he needs me.”

“I agree, Henry. It’s going to be a while before everyone’s questions are answered. All we can do is take it one step at a time. I’m confident we are in the same position in South Boston as Chief Grant is in Somerville. Now, it’s a matter of coordinating the start of the roundup so we both hit them at the same time. For security, Winston and I will work on that privately; not that I don’t have the utmost trust in everyone here.”

“I’m sure we all know what you are saying, Scott. Personally, I too think keeping it a secret is the best idea, Chief Hendersen agreed. If we have been in this business very long, you know how things seem to leak through the walls. Security is the thing that lends a hand to an operation’s success,”.     

Suddenly the sun streams brightly through the wet windows of the conference room, casting modernistic patterns on the table. Henry Reichmann looks out and says, “Now, isn’t that a sight for sore eyes. Please excuse me for a while. I should go to my office and call John Guilford in Portland. If it has cleared there, things are sure to be popping around the Dolphin.”

Chief Hendersen stands and says, “Henry, Carl – let’s get out of here and let these two get on with their planning. Scott, you let me know if we in Riverville can help in any way.”

Portland:

In the temporary ATF office, set up in a fish processing building with a good view of the Dolphin, ATF District Supervisor John Guilford is looking out the window at the Dolphin.

“Where do you suppose they have all gone. That wharf was bustling all morning, Now, they have all disappeared?” Guilford said with resignation and asking no one in particular. Before anyone could answer, the phone on Guilford desk broke the silence.

“Reichman! I didn’t expect to hear from you. How’s it going in Riverville?”

“Very well, thanks. The cops are in the final stages of planning mass arrests after an in-custody thug named James Hurley told all. Also, the killer of Clarence Anderson was shot and captured while attempting to take out Martin Wolfe. His name is Albert Nunsay, a real bad case.”

“Great news, but then that is probably not why you’re calling -- anything you need from me?”

“No. I just wanted to check in and see if I’m needed there, seeing all is under control here. And, it’s supposed to clear along the East coast today.” Reichman responded.

“No, you just take it easy where you are. Maybe you can give Wadsworth, or the men in Somerville, a hand. Actually, I would like a firsthand account of that operation, rather than wait for an official report. You make the choice though. You have done your part, and I have no right to ask you to put yourself in jeopardy.”

“Thank you, sir. I have, on my own, already considered it, but have not approached Wadsworth. I’ll ask him today and then make my decision.”

“Fine. We’re keeping a sharp eye on the trawler – wouldn’t surprise me if they tried to sneak out tonight. When this is over, I will come to Boston. I want to talk to you and Wadsworth. So, don’t go anywhere.”

Yes, sir. I’ll tell Scott -- hope all goes well there. Goodbye.”

In the conference room:

 Scott and Chief Grant settle down to planning the attacks. “What do you think of ten-o’clock in the morning as a good time to begin looking for Goddard” Grant queries Scott. The traffic will be lighter and we can get around a little easier.”

“I was thinking of earlier, but you have a point; especially if we don’t find him at one of his homes. On the other hand, we might find immediate success by grabbing him very early; hopefully while he’s sleeping. Both ideas have merit.”

“Yes, they do.  I was hoping, if he is in Somerville and if we attack at a later time, we might be able to get his bodyguards as well,” Replied Grant.

As Scott ponders the idea of a later start, he reaches in his briefcase and extracts the Meerschaum his father gave him so long ago, fills it with Peretti's Royal Blend and puts a match to it. He lets out billowing blueish smoke aimed at the ceiling and says, “OK, if that’s what you want to do, I have no argument. I’ve been thinking of a synchronized effort, but I guess it doesn’t affect the results. It might make communication a bit difficult with the time difference. OK, you go ahead with your time frame and I’ll call you before ten-o’clock regarding the result of our early efforts. Let’s make it Thursday. That will give us time to set it all up and look for holes in the plan.”

Leaving the conference room, the two men stop at the chief’s office and relate their plans.

“Now, I have to get back to my office and set this up with my people, call Sullivan in Ireland and find out what is happening in New York regarding Mr. Connors and Global Mortgage and Loan Company. Wish us luck, Chief,” Scott said.

“You’ve got it, Gents, and a prayer or two for your safety. Be careful out there.”

“Scott, Reichmann called out as Scott reached for the door. Before you leave, I would like to be with you when you hit South Boston. There is nothing for me to do in Portland and I’d very much like to observe how the state and local cops work together.”

“I have no objections, Henry, happy to have you. I think it best if you are armed – no telling what might happen. Call me at five this afternoon and I’ll let you know the time and place to meet. In the meantime, you can do me a favor. Call your New York office and get a run-down what is happening with Mr. Connors and Global Mortgage and Loan Company. I had planned to do it but I’ve got too much on my plate today,” Scott told him.

“Sure, I can do that. Well, this is great, Scott. Talk to you at five, then. Thanks.”

“Inspector Sullivan here. May I help you?” the familiar voice came clearly over the phone.

“Scott Wadsworth calling, Inspector. It’s time to bring you up to date on happenings. First, the weather is clearing here and the Dolphin will try to get to sea soon – maybe as early as tonight. Secondly, we have Hurley and Albert Nunsay in custody – Nunsay for one murder and another attempted. The ATF, FBI and IRS are closing in on Connors and his Global Mortgage and Loan Company. And, the name you gave me as the Compton Hill boss is correct. We’ve discovered he also runs the C Street gang in South Boston. We are about to launch coordinated raids in Somerville and South Boston to clean up the whole thing. Hurley has helped considerably since I informed him of the extent of the charges against him.”

“Very efficient, Scott. We can use you at Interpole if you are interested.”

“No thanks. I like what I’m doing just fine. Do you know anything concerning the destination for the arms on the Dolphin? There is a chance, albeit a small one, that the Dolphin could escape the U.S. Coast Guard patrols”

Sullivan replies, “Ulster and the Provisional IRA, without a doubt. If the Dolphin does escape, we’ll grab them at sea. Through friends in Ulster, we have learned the name of the freighter that is to meet the Dolphin. And, be it a fact, that ship has already left port, as have two fast chase-destroyers of the Irish Navy. We hope to capture the Dolphin, should it get that far, along with the freighter and its captain. If You folks get the Dolphin, we will certainly bring in the freighter’s captain for a long talk. He, and the ship, are under foreign registry. I just hope we can hold on to them. So, you can see that we’ve been watching the North American weather as well.”

“Looks like things are going well all around. I’ll call you again regarding the Dolphin so you can alert your navy if the boat escapes the coast guard. Oh yes, and for cooperating thoroughly, Jim Hurley will probably be deported, rather than serve time in a federal prison. He will be sent directly to Dublin under guard of a federal marshal.”

“I’ll be waiting for him to deplane and happily clamps the cuffs on, you can be sure. There must be outstanding warrants on him. If not in the North, surly here in the Republic.”

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Ernie Whitenack was born in 1928 in Springfield, Illinois and moved to Massachusetts in the mid 1930's. He is a Korean War veteran, worked as a photographic illustrator for 43 years and is now retired. Oh, and in case you didn't notice.... he's a pipe smoker too.

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