Part 28 (1/2)
”I didn't, I didn't want him to,” Piper whispers.
”Of course you didn't, honey. Of course not,” my father rea.s.sures her as he leaps outside to dial. ”Officer Flanagan here. The Williamses' baby is missing. Topside. Alcatraz #301. w.i.l.l.y One Arm took her during the escape attempt. Last seen outside the Williamses' house.
”What direction did he go?” My father leans in the door to ask me.
”Toward the cell house,” I say through the dull throbbing of my head.
”North toward the cell house,” my father reports into the phone.
”Take me. I have to find him.” Piper lunges toward my father. She hangs on him as if her weight will sway him.
My father tries to unwind her hand from his arm. ”Honey, I think it's better if you-”
”NO,” Piper shouts. ”HE'S NOT YOUR BROTHER.”
”Calm down,” my father barks.
”Moose and I will go.” Piper's voice is as tough as my dad's.
”We'll all go,” Annie suggests.
”We on lockdown?” my father asks into the phone.
”Annie, you stay put, you understand me? You're in charge down here,” my father orders. And then into the receiver he shouts: ”Send the truck!”
A crowd has formed around us. ”All residents, stay in your apartments please. All residents,” Bomini commands.
”Theresa, Jimmy, Annie, Janet, you stay right here, you understand me?” My father's voice is so tough, I almost don't recognize it.
He looks at Piper. ”You're going up top,” he tells her. ”Moose, I want Ollie to see your head. Nat, you're with me. We're going to go find your mom.” He squeezes her hand-a quick squeeze, all that Nat can tolerate. ”What a trooper you are,” he whispers to her, his voice breaking.
”Natalie is a trooper,” she repeats, her whole face glowing.
When the truck appears out of the smoky fog with Trixle in the driver's seat, we pile into the cab. The door shuts and my dad hops on the running board.
”Got the whole island looking for him now. We'll find him. Don't you worry,” my dad tells Piper, who is seated by the window. The truck lurches forward straining as it heaves up the steep hill.
When we get to the top, the warden is there. He wobbles toward the truck door, opens it with trembling hands, and Piper falls into his arms. ”Oh my girl. My little girl.” His voice is so choked, he can barely speak.
”The baby, Daddy,” Piper cries. ”The baby.”
”Baby.” Nat digs her chin deep down in her collarbone.
The warden nods, his eyes dazed like he can't quite figure out what is going on. ”We'll find him,” he says, but it doesn't sound as if he believes this.
He keeps his arm around Piper, holding her, protecting her, keeping her safe, as guards fan out all around, spilling out of everywhere. Searching. More guards than I even knew we had.
In the hustle and chaos, the sweep of the big spotlights from the guard tower, the bullhorn commands, I shadow my dad, sticking close like I'm a kid again. Mr. Bomini directs foot traffic and relays the warden's orders through his bullhorn. Doc Ollie is half running to the warden's house.
My father turns to me. ”There's Ollie. Let's get you two inside,” he says.
But when I look around, there is only me.
THE BOSS.
Same day-Friday, September 13, 1935
”Natalie! She was just here,” I tell my frantic father. My head is beginning to spin again.
”You go inside the warden's house. I shouldn't have had you out here in the first place.”
”No!” I shout at him. ”I can help! I know where she'll go.”
He nods hesitantly. ”Where?”
I try to pretend I'm Natalie. She wouldn't like the commotion. She'd go somewhere out of the noise.
My mind flashes on Nat in Piper's room. How gentle and careful she was with the baby. ”Maybe she went to look for the baby?” I suggest.
”Where would she look?” my father asks.
”Around by the back of the cell house.”
I head in the direction I saw w.i.l.l.y One Arm take the baby. I have no idea beyond this, but I don't want my dad to send me inside. I run as fast as I can, my father's thundering footsteps behind me.
I'm running like I know where I'm going, when all of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I think I see the flash of Nat's blue dress disappearing inside the hospital entrance of the cell house. Was that her? This seems unlikely. My legs slow down.
”No way she could get in there.” My father is sure about this.
I keep going.
”Moose!” My father's voice.
I'm running now up the back stairs. ”I think I saw her.”
”Moose!” my father shouts. ”Stop!”
The door is open. Down the corridor, past where a guard is conked out on the floor, I'm running all out, my feet pounding the floor. I can see Nat in her blue dress standing in the corridor.
”Natalie!” my father shouts.
Piper's little brother-the tiny baby-he's here. Capone has him in his arms.
”Baby,” Nat says, looking toward Capone's cell. Oh my G.o.d, the baby's neck is broken, snapped in two by the raw power of Al Capone.
But the baby is sleeping. He has his eyes closed, snuggled up in the crook of Al Capone's arm. He is rocking him gently, ever so gently.