Robert Chamberlin emerged from the shadows on the south side of the building, fingering his glasses. “We’re ready,” he said quietly.
“Gentlemen,” Ness said to the four officers on temporary assignment to the safety director, “it’s time.”
“Wait a minute,” Matowitz said, grabbing Ness ’s arm. “What happened to the other officers? Shouldn’t we wait for them?”
“No.”
“But they’re missing!”
Ness grinned. “You’ll see.”
Ness reached inside his coat and retrieved a sizable metal whistle. He glanced at his watch and softly counted down the seconds. “Five… four… three… two…”
He blew the whistle. It was ear-piercingly loud. Anyone who might be inside the warehouse would have heard it. Probably all the people sleeping within a square mile radius heard it.
Ness grabbed the door handle and found it locked. He was not surprised.
“Gentlemen?”
Two of the special agents stepped forward carrying a large sawed-off pole with handles screwed into the sides. A homemade battering ram. They punched it forward, hammering away at the worn wooden doors. On the second thrust, the doors separated enough to reveal a set of chains holding the doors shut. Another officer stepped forward with bulky metal cutters.
The chains fell and the men surged inside. It had taken fewer than fifteen seconds.
Ness had barely taken two steps forward when he heard gunfire. A bullet whizzed by him only a few inches from his head.
“Look for cover!” he instructed his men. He grabbed Matowitz and ducked behind a barrel. The gun fired repeatedly.
“You see what I tried to tell you?” Matowitz cried. “The gunman holds you back while the others escape. If you catch the gunman, he won’t know anything. This raid is a wash.”
“Maybe not,” Ness said, as the bullets ricocheted all around him. “Look to the skies.”
Above them, a single skylight permitted the weak moonlight to stream into the warehouse. Seconds later, the sky burst into a thousand pieces.
“Duck!” Ness shouted, pulling his overcoat over his head, as glass rained down all around them.
A second later, four bright lights were visible above the skylight, and a second after that men descended on ropes faster than the confused gunman could track.
“The absent agents,” Ness said quietly, telling Matowitz what he had already deduced.
“What are they doing up there?”
“Making sure no one escapes.”
As later reports would explain in great detail, the four men hit the ground and immediately spread out, covering the expanse of the warehouse and looking for anyone who might be beating a hasty retreat or trying to destroy evidence. The sniper continued to fire wildly, moving from one target to the next, not connecting with anyone.
“You’ve got him in a tailspin,” Chamberlin said, running up behind Ness.
“For the moment. But he’ll get lucky eventually, and our men are exposed. Can you tell where he is?”
Chamberlin pointed his flashlight toward the north corner, illuminating a large cache of barrels.
“He’s on top,” Chamberlin said. “See?”
“Well enough.” He turned to Matowitz. “Can you cover me?”
Matowitz didn’t even have his gun out. He slowly unholstered it. “Where are you going?”
“Closer.” Ness pulled a half-dollar out of his pocket and tossed it to the other side of the warehouse. It clinked and clattered when it landed.
The sniper pivoted and fired in the direction of the half-dollar.
“Now.” Ness raced out. Matowitz leaned over the top of the barrels and let loose, one shot after another, forcing the sniper to keep his head down. Ness ran fifty feet as fast as he could manage, throwing himself down behind a long-disused crate.
Chamberlin still had the sniper’s nest spotlighted. Ness took careful aim and fired.
The sniper went down with the first shot.
Once the firing stopped, Ness ’s men gathered around him.
“Did you kill him?” Matowitz asked.
“Gosh, no,” Ness replied. “Just took out the arm holding the gun. Robert, see if he needs first aid.”
While Chamberlin ran his errand, Ness used his crowbar to pry open the lid of one of the barrels. This time, it wasn’t cold cream.
Ness leaned down and inhaled deeply. Too deeply-he gagged on the strong alcoholic aroma. “It’s the real deal,” Ness said. “We got it.”
A cheer went up from the ranks. Ness grinned. “Good work, men. Good work.”
“It gets better,” Chamberlin said, once again pointing with his flashlight. In the rear, Ness saw the men who had entered from the skylight.
They had four captives.
“That’s how you prevent them from getting away,” Ness said, beaming proudly. “A quick, coordinated attack. Kept secret until executed.”
“I have to admit it,” Matowitz said, clearing his throat. “That was… not unimpressive.”
“Couldn’t have done it without your help, Chief,” Ness said. “That’s what I’ll be telling the newspapers, too.”
Ness strode forward to meet the oncoming captured. He saw a familiar face.
“Well, now,” Ness said to the man on the far left, who was wearing a pinstriped suit and a much too familiar white hat. “You’re one of Frescone’s lieutenants, aren’t you? You were out at the dock the other night shipping cold cream.” He glanced back at Chamberlin. “And Frescone?”
Chamberlin shook his head. “He wasn’t here.”
“It’s probably past his bedtime. What’s your name, mister?”
The thug stiffened. “I’m not sayin’ nothin’ to nobody. I wanna lawyer.”
“Of course you do. And we can play it that way, if you want. That is, if you want to do twenty years in the state penitentiary. Or you can give us the goods on your boss and maybe we can make a private arrangement.”
“I’m not sayin’ nothin’ to nobody.”
“Right, I heard that. Let’s put him away for a few days and see if he changes his mind. We’ve got four potential squealers here. Five, once the sniper with the lousy aim gets out of the hospital. There must be someone in such a large and distinguished group who doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life in prison.”
“You’d think,” Chamberlin remarked.
“You would indeed. Can you take it from here, Robert?”
“Sure. We’ll get these boys downtown. And we’ll call the ATU and have them confiscate all this illegal hooch.”
“Good. Give all these agents the day off. They’ve earned it.”
Faces all around him suddenly brightened.
“Will do. Best to Edna.”
“Actually, I think I’ll head downtown myself. I want to be there for the interrogations. I might be able to help.”
Chamberlin nodded. “Of course. See you there.”
Ness turned back to Matowitz. “Not a bad night’s work, I think, Chief. Can I give you a lift home?”
“You sure can,” Matowitz replied. “Could I talk you into a cheese-steak? I know a great place that’s open all night. All this running around and shooting has left me famished.”
Ness clapped a hand on Matowitz’s shoulder. “Hard to turn down an offer like that, Chief. Lead the way.”
11
“Pass the ketchup, would you?”
“Certainly. Want some mayo?”
“Nah. Sissy stuff.”
“Pickles acceptably manly?”
“Sure. Onions, too.”
“Glad to hear it. I love onions. Don’t care what they do to my breath. Have some more.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
“Care for some chopped torso?” Merylo closed his eyes. “I mean, tomato.”
Lieutenant Zalewski grimaced. “You sure know how to blow the fun out of a picnic.”
“You’re not the first one to tell me.” He took a bite of his Coney. “You sure you want this job?”
“You talkin’ about the picnic? Or workin’ with you?”