Riverville Murder - Chapter 25

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Case of the Riverville Murder

A Short Story by Ernie Whitenack

Chapter Twenty Five

Previously:

"Should you get into trouble, I'll have officers at your side very quickly. I have a squad in waiting just for that purpose, and to help with any arrests," Scott told Qualter.

"As transportation goes, you are to change unmarked vehicles each day, or more often at your discretion, from the pool at headquarters. I have issued a standing order to that effect. Start next Monday. That will give you three days to get ready and to pick out a car. Any questions?"

"No sir, none at this time other than, when will I get the pocket radio."

"It will be delivered to your home before Monday. Good luck, Lloyd. By the way, do you have a nickname?"

"Buck, sir."

"OK,  It's Buck and Boss in private. Allan tagged me with "Boss."

Shortly after Qualter left, Scott is heading toward South Boston and Swenson's Plumbing Service. "I have to warn Mic about Smyth, Allan. Mic was very helpful in Smyth's arrest. Smyth promised Mic "a very painful death" if he ever got out of prison. He is a genius at disguises and could be on his way here right now."

At Swenson's, Scott and Allan are asked to wait, that Mr. Mitchell is with a vendor. However, Mick stood in front of them after a very short wait.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from two of Boston's – nay, Massachusetts' finest?"

"Very generous of you, Mic. Can we go to your office, please?"

Mic, sensing the solemnness of Scott, said, "Certainly. Come this way."

At his office, Mic closed the door, turned, and said, "What in the hell is going on to make you so glum, Scott? I've never seen you this way, even in the most stressful of situations."

"It's simple, but potentially very dangerous for you. Smyth broke out of jail in a garbage wagon. I'm afraid he will be coming to get you."

"Let him come. I don't think he dares do anything. He certainly left prison in a fashion befitting his station in life. He generally hires dangerous things done for him and just watches; although, I do believe he personally murdered Baron Albert Kunz in Austria and stole that crazy pipe a second time."

"I really don't care. I want you armed with and trained on a Colt 1911. I can speed up the licensing and arrange training at the state police range. Once you pass that training, I'll fix it for you to practice at the BPD range, and no arguments from you."

"OK, if you feel that strongly about it. You haven't steered me wrong yet. Actually, I have qualified on a similar weapon, the Browning Hi-Power; it carries thirteen rounds, though. That was during a short stint in the British Military. They threw me out when they learned I lied about my age at enlistment. I was fifteen."

"Qualifying should be a breeze for you, I should imagine."

"Hopefully," Mic replied. "In the meantime, I'll be very cautious. The thing with Smyth is; he will want me to know he is after me. He gets pleasure out of things like that. I'm sorry, but he doesn't know how much I have changed. Should he show up, I intend to disappoint him."

Scott smiled and said, "He certainly doesn't know what you have become. Way back, after the pipe case, you told me that you were going to change your life and make something of yourself, and you did not disappoint me. Or, yourself, for that matter."

"How is the Riverville thing going?" Mic asked. "From what I read in the paper, it has expanded a little. Even to trying to kill you a couple of times. The thing I can't figure is how the Boston copper, excuse me – officer, got gunned on your street. Where does he fit in?" Mic asked, looking quizzingly at Scott and Allan in turn.

Scott nodded to Allan, who stood, walked to the window, glanced out, then turned to Mic. "Mic, I hope the three of us can sit down someday, with a beer, when the boss and I can tell this very complicated story. As for right now, and I'm sure the boss will agree. We just do not have the time to get into it. When it's all over, you'll find it well worth the wait."

Scott shakes Mic's hand on the way to the door, slaps him on the shoulder, and says, "That being well said, we must leave – lots to do, including a call to Karl Von Ropp about Smyth."

As they leave Mic's office, Mic shouts after them, "The beer will be on me. Don't forget now."

Charles Street South:

"Good to talk to you again, Scott," Vom Ropp exclaimed. "You are calling about Smyth?"

"Yes, and wondering if you have located him as yet," Scott answered. "I'm worried that he might try to get even with Mitchell for his part in his apprehension."

"Interpol has feelers out, and we think we know the direction he is heading. It looks like France, so we are enhancing border crossings with added agents, and being doubly observant for disguises."

Scott wants to encourage Karl Von Ropp, but not insult him in the process. "That is another of the famous fast start Interpol is noted for. I imagine you will also enlist local police. It worked perfectly when we captured him the last time."

"It's too early to say how we will proceed," Von Ropp replied. "Naturally, we will do all that is necessary and enlist any organization to capture Smyth."

"I trust you will keep me, and US agencies, informed of your progress considering his primary goal is to murder Michael Mitchell," Scott said emphatically.

"Yes, of course, Mister Wadsworth. I must go now. I have another call waiting. Please give my best to all in Boston."

"I think he got a little miffed at me," Scott said, turning to Allan. "It's been a busy day. What do you say I call Mic and we meet at the Parker's Bar? It doesn't get busy until about five o'clock.

Parking near the Parker House being at a premium, Allan placed the "State Police Business" sign against the windshield and parked right in front.  "We will have to talk some business with Mic," he said.

Sitting at a wall table and waving, Mic quickly caught Scott's attention.

"How did you get here so quickly?" Allan asked.

"Took a cab," Mic replied. "It's the only way to get around downtown, and not be late meeting such esteemed gentlemen," Mic added with a big smile.

The conversation is light, other than touching on the use of a Colt 1911. As the three men enjoy their drinks and snack on mushrooms stuffed with seafood, Scott notices the scent of heavy perfume behind him, and Allan and Mic looking above and beyond him. Scott turns quickly and is surprised to see Alice Nadeau, Goddard's one-time lover, standing behind, and slightly to his right.

"Miss Nadeau, this is quite a surprise,"  Scott says as he stands. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"More like what I can do for you," she replies. "It is in your interest that I speak to you privately. I insist on it. Not here, though. It took all my courage to approach you in here."

"All right, if you wish. It's possible I'm being watched. Mic, trade suit jackets, and take my hat. You and Allan go to the car and work your way around to the hotel's service entrance. We'll meet you there. We're going to Mic's office."

Once in Mic's office, Alice Nadeau loudly asked, "Is this what you call privately," as she began wringing her hands.

"Miss Nadeau, Allan, my driver, is a sergeant in the state police. Mister Mitchell is a very close confidant, who has helped with both this and other cases. My trust in these men is unequivocal. You can speak freely."

"Very well. In any case, it's too late to back down now. May I have a glass of water, please?" 

Scott nodded to Mic, who immediately left the office.

All is quiet as Scott awaits Mic's returns with water and for Alice to consumes it. "Now, what is it you wish to say, Miss Nadeau – if you are ready?"

"Last week, I had a business appointment in Northborough. After the meeting was over, it ending in signing a very fruitful contract, I invited the owner to lunch. We went to a very old, and restored, colonial period inn on Route Twenty. It boasts of having a famous chef."

"I noticed two men in the restaurant that I should know, but could not recall names or the circumstances of a meeting. Shortly, a third man joined them, and it all came together. He was, or is, one of Goddard's top men, named Jason Atkins. The other two are Cressey and Zebrine. I never knew their first names, but they are right up there in rank with Atkins. I met them briefly at a cocktail party Goddard threw for some politicians."

She continued, "I've been following newspaper accounts of the case since you questioned me and wondered why these names never came up. Then, I read of the attempts on your life and decided we should have this talk. It was a difficult decision due to my spotty relationship with Goddard. You were gracious enough to believe me and let me go, so I felt it my duty. I just hope this doesn't bring me back into the whole dirty thing. It would ruin me."

"It will never involve you again. I'll use this vital information, and your name will never come up. Speaking for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, and myself, you have my deepest thanks. Should you need my services one day, please call me. Now, to get you home. How do you normally travel between Boston and Wellesley?" Scott asked.

"I usually use the train, and sometimes the bus. I don't like driving in Boston."

"I don't think public transportation is wise today. We will take you to Wellesley. OK with you, Allan?"

Smiling, Allan replied, "It will be my pleasure, Boss."

The conversation on the drive to Wellesley was sparse, and Alice Nadeau suddenly asked to be let out at the Wellesley train station. She hurriedly entered one of the waiting cabs lined up in front of the depot.

On the way back to Boston, Scott used Allan's bag phone to let Nancy know he would be late for dinner. He added, "and Allan will be dining with us."

"Thanks, but that isn't necessary, Boss, just because we're doing a little overtime today."

"I know it's not, Allan. We like having you, the boys, especially. They say you are fun and like the way you kid them."

Allan left the Wadsworth home about ten P.M., with Scott telling him to meet him at the statehouse in the morning.

At the statehouse, Scott approached Matthew Hart's office. Seeing the door partially open, he knocked once on the door frame and walked in.

"I have some good news for you, Matt," and proceeded to relate the story of Alice Nadeau, revealing the names of Goddard's three lieutenants.  "I think Jason Atkins is in town, and in contact with Claud Callan. Cressey and Zebrine could be anywhere, but she saw them near Northborough, so they are probably held up in Worcester, or as a long-shot, Springfield. However, I think Springfield is probably too far away should Callan want them in a hurry."

Matt,  thinking for a couple of minutes, said, "It's anyone's guess, but it's a start. I have been thinking Rhode Island would be the safest place for them. But then, why would they travel to Northborough for a meeting?"

"Wherever they are, we need to find them and get a tail on them," Scott came back. "We need first names and photographs. Both of them must have police records to be so high in Goddard's organization. Can you get someone on obtaining that information, Matt? I have to talk to Qualter about this new twist and figure a way to keep an eye on Jason Atkins. If Qualter finds Callan and Atkins together, he will have to decide who to tail when they separate. I'd say Atkins – we know how to find Callan. If the decision is to arrest the three separately, rather than together, we will need to know where they are all hiding."

"Absolutely right, Scott, Matt replied. "I'll get the info on Cressey and Zebrine and send it to the Worcester Barracks as well. I think you should call the commander and brief him on the latest. He has been following the case, I'm sure."

Allan, passing Hart's officer, notices the two men talking and quietly enters to listens.

Later, in Scott's office, Allan says, "We could be close to closing this case up, don't you think, Boss?"

"Hopefully," Scott answers, as he checks his Rolodex for Qualter's home phone number, "the investigating stage, at least. There is still the judicial part that must be decided. We won't play much of a role in that. Frankly, I believe most of the prosecution will be by the federal government – the punks, bottom echelon, of the gang will be taken care of by the state – could be, that has already started."

"Qualter here," the voice on the phone said.

"Lloyd, Scott Wadsworth. There is a break in the case I need to discuss with you, and some new information you need to have. Are you able to stop by the statehouse office later today?"

"Yes, sir. In light of my transfer, they have relieved me of my regular duties. I'm all yours. What time?"

"Make it between four and five this afternoon. We might have a slight wait for some photographs, but you must have them."

"Yes, sir. See you then."

The commander of the Worcester barracks, being acquainted with Scott's investigative achievements, feels he knows him well and greets Scott in that manner on the telephone.

Scott finally breaks through the commander's jabber, to tell him of the two men possibly hiding in Worcester. "You will receive photographs and arrest records, if any, on three men. One of them, Jason Atkins, probably is not in Worcester. However, he might visit the other two on occasion. Be very active in looking for these men. It is the final stage of the Goddard case, of which I'm sure you are familiar. Contact the State's Attorney when you have anything regarding these two."

Scott took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. As he starts to light his pipe, there are a couple of gentle taps on his door. Allan moves quickly to open the door and finds an older man, about sixty, with a fringe of gray hair, nattily dressed in a perfectly pressed black suit, white, spread collar shirt, and black tie.

 With a friendly smile, as states, "I am Arthur Gregg, of Gregg and Son, Funeral Service. I'm here to talk to Mister Wadsworth, please.”

"Yes, sir. Come right in," Allan said.

Scott greeted Gregg with an outstretched hand and motioned to a chair. "I'm happy to meet you, Mister Gregg. More pressing events have kept me busy, or I would have called you. I hope your trip here hasn't been an inconvenience."

"Not at all, Mister Wadsworth. We are used to going to the homes, etcetera, of those who require our service. I understand your needs are a bit unique – to say nothing of bordering on immoral. But then, as I understand, the situation requires deception of the type we can provide. The Simmons family and mine are very close friends, and you are attempting to save Mark's life. I am prepared to be as deceptive as you require to get the boy to safety."

Scott went through his plan of getting Mark from the hospital and then to Riverville with a short stop-over at Gregg and Son Funeral home.

“How long will I have to harbor the young man, and do you think you can pull off a make-believe funeral?" Gregg asked.

“With the cooperation of Reverend Carlton Mac Elroy and yourself, I think it will go like clock-work. Reverend Mac Elroy feels as you do, but is willing to step around ethics to save Mark’s life. To answer your other question, Mark Simmons will only be at your place for a matter of hours. Allan and I will come to the funeral home, as towel and lab coat delivery people, in a panel truck with proper signage on its sides. We will take him out in a large hamper. After he is safely in Riverville, I can discuss the funeral with you and Reverend Mac Elroy. Keep in mind that the funeral is only for the family. Normally, there would be a large contingent of police at the funeral. That is OK, but they cannot enter the church. I will talk to the Chief about that problem.”

 

Notes:

Talk to funeral home – in person.
Tues day – Simmons to funeral home – Scott all I black sneakes in F- home from an ambulance – goes to hospital, and out with simmons

That night Scott and Allan in an old dodge pannel truck deliver linnens to the home and leaves for Riverville with Simmons in the hamper.

Names:

Ellensburg replace Sommerville all chapters.

Reverend Carlton Mac Elroy
Gregg & Son, Funeral Service Arthur
State’s Attorney ------ Matthew Hart
Detective Lloyd Qualter
Scott’s office -- Charles Street South.
Carl Hendersen, Sgt Riverville police
Michael J. Hendersen, Chief of Police, Carl’s father
Frances J. Hendersen, Patrolman and son of Carl
Kathleen Hendersen, Carl’s wife – sister of Agnes (Murphey) Adams
Agnes Adams, Kelley’s Mother
Aunt Helen – Carl’s Sister
Corporal Anthony Michael Marzano, Sharp officer in Frances’ squad.
Stanley Adams, Kelly’s father
Frank Sullivan, Mobster, gun-runner
James Hurley, 
Gus Malone, Provo contact – Ulster
Mr. Connors, Global Mortgage and Loan Company, N.Y.
Clarence Anderson, ATF Agent – murdered by Southie mob.
John Guilford, District supervisor , ATF
Henry Reichmann, ATF assigned to police.
Sean Keogh, ATF undercover – Real name, Martin Wolfe
Nancy, Scott’s wife
Annie, Scotts secretary
Albert Nunsay – plumber with a record. Illegal entry in US
Jerry Mc Dougal and John Byrne – Two of southy mob reporting to C Street boss.
Detective Cpl. Mark Simmons.
Cpt. Claud Callan --   “            “            Captain

Swenson’s Plumbing Service
Nathan Goddard—under araingment for assalt – Boss of Southie gang.

Alice Nadeau --- Goddard’s lover.
Chief Winston Grant, Somerville Municipal Police
Detectives Lloyd Qualter and Al Guatino at the bar with prisoners.
Jason Atkins,____________ Cressey and___________ Zebrine. Goddard’s Lieutenants.Webley Mark VI
Sgt. Allan Rockford --- Scott’s driver.
Judge Millstone – Fed. Judge
Cosmo Natali – chief BPD
Dick Taranto Asst. Commissioner BPD
Norman Riley     murdered body guard
Karl von Ropp – Interpole

The car headed out and traveled to Hanover Street, turned left onto Prince and stopped at Angelo’s

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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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