Riverville Murder - Chapter 14
Case of the Riverville Murder
A Short Story by Ernie Whitenack
“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.”
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.”
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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