Bank Shot (17 page)

The captain grunted, as though he'd been hit in the chest with an arrow, and lowered his head like a bull deciding to get mad.

Gelding gestured to the man with the bow tie and leather elbow patches. ‘This is Mr. Albert Docent,' he said, ‘of the company which provided the safe employed in that particular branch of our bank.'

Deemer and Docent nodded at each other, the captain sourly, the safe man with thoughtful smile.

‘And this,' Gelding said, gesturing to the young man with the hair, ‘is Mr. Gary Wallah, of Roamerica Corporation, the company which provided the trailer in which the bank has recently been housed.'

‘Mobile home,' Wallah said. He grinned and nodded and bounced.

‘Mobile, at any rate,' Gelding said and turned back to the captain, saying, ‘We are here to offer you whatever information and expertise may be of help to you.'

‘Thank you.'

‘And to ask if there have been any further developments.'

‘We have them bottled up,' the captain said grimly.

‘Have you really?' said Gelding, smiling broadly and taking a step forward, ‘Where?'

‘Here,' the captain said and thumped the map with the back of one meaty hand. ‘It's only a question of time.'

‘You mean you still don't know
exactly
where they are.'

‘They're on the Island.'

‘But you don't know
where.
'

‘It's only a question of time!'

‘It is approximately one hundred miles,' Gelding said, with no attempt to soften his tone, ‘from the New York City line across Long Island to Montauk Point. In spots, the island is twenty miles wide. In land area, it is larger than Rhode Island. This is the area in which you have them
bottled up
?'

In moments of stress, the captain's left eye tended to close, and then open again, and then slowly close again, then pop open once more, and so on. It made him look as though he were winking, and in his youth he had inadvertently picked up more than one young lady that way; in fact, it still did pretty well for him.

But there were no young ladies here now. ‘The point,' the captain told the banker, ‘is that they can't get
off
the Island. It's a big place, but sooner or later we'll cover it.'

‘What are you doing so far?'

‘Until morning,' the captain said, ‘the only thing we can do is patrol the streets, hope to find them before they get the thing under cover.'

‘It is almost three in the morning, well over an hour since the bank was stolen. Surely they're under cover by now.'

‘Maybe. At first light, we spread out more. Before we're done, we'll look inside every old barn, every abandoned factory, every empty building of any kind on the whole Island. We'll check all dead-end roads, we'll look into every bit of woods.'

‘You're talking, Captain, about an operation that will take a month.'

‘No, Mr. Gelding, I'm not. By morning, we'll have the assistance of Boy Scout troops, volunteer fire departments and other local organisations all over the Island to help in the search. We'll use the same groups and the same techniques as when we're looking for a lost child.'

‘The bank,' Gelding said frostily, ‘is somewhat larger than a lost child.'

‘That can only help,' Captain Deemer said. ‘We'll also have assistance from the Civil Air Patrol in scanning from the skies.'

‘Scanning from the skies?' The phrase seemed to take Gelding aback.

‘I say we have them bottled up,' Captain Deemer said, his voice rising and his left eyelid lowering, ‘and I say it's only a question of time till we
tighten the net
!' And he did that chicken-killing gesture again, making Lieutenant Hepplewhite in his unobserved corner wince once more.

‘All right,' Gelding said grudgingly. ‘Under the circumstances, I must admit you seem to be doing everything possible.'

‘Everything,' agreed the captain and turned his attention to Gary Wallah, the young man from the mobile-home company. The strain of having to deal as allies with somebody who looked like Gary Wallah caused the captain's head to lower into his neck again and his left eyelid to flutter like an awning in an on-shore breeze. ‘Tell me about this trailer,' he said, and despite his best intentions the sentence came growling out as though instead he'd said, ‘Up against the wall, kid.' (He didn't use bad language in uniform.)

‘It's a mobile home,' Wallah said. ‘It isn't a trailer. A trailer is a little thing with wheels that you rent from U-Haul when you want to move a refrigerator. What we're talking about is a mobile home.'

‘I don't care if you call it a Boeing 747, boy,' said the captain, no longer even caring about the growl in his voice, ‘just so you describe it to me.'

Wallah didn't say anything for a few seconds, just glanced around the room with a little smile on his face. Finally he nodded and said, ‘Right on. I'm here this time to cooperate, that's what I'll do.'

Captain Deemer closed his mouth firmly over the several things it occurred to him to say. He reminded himself that he really didn't
want
to fight with everybody on his own team, and he waited in controlled impatience for this god-dam draft-dodging useless hippie pot-smoking disrespectful radical son of a bitch bastard to say whatever it was he was going to say.

In a neutral tone, Wallah said, ‘What Roamerica leased to the bank was a modified version of our Remuda model. It's fifty feet long and twelve feet wide and is usually made up as a two- or three-bedroom home in a variety of styles, but mostly either Colonial or Western. But in this case it was turned over to the bank with no interior partitions and without the usual kitchen appliances. The normal bathroom was put in; that is, the fixtures only, no walls or decor. The modifications done at the factory consisted mostly of installing a full burglar alarm system in the walls, floor and roof of the unit and strengthening the floor at the rear portion. This what you want, Cap?'

Instead of answering directly, Captain Deemer looked over at Lieutenant Hepplewhite to see if he was taking all this down the way he was supposed to; he was taking it down, but not the way he was supposed to. That is, instead of sitting at the desk like a normal human being he was standing beside it, bent over, pencil flying across paper. ‘Goddamit, Lieutenant,' the captain shouted, ‘sit down before you get a humpback!'

‘Yes, sir.' The lieutenant zipped into the chair, then looked attentively toward Wallah.

The captain said, ‘You got all that so far?'

‘Yes, sir.'

‘Good. Go ahead, buh –'

Wallah raised an eyebrow and one side of his mustache. ‘Hello?'

‘Nothing,' the captain said grumpily. ‘Go ahead.'

‘Not much more to tell. It has the usual wiring in it, to be attached to regular commercial power company lines. It has baseboard electric heating. The bathroom fixtures feed out through the bottom of the unit and are adaptable to local plumbing codes. Roamerica delivered the unit to the site, connected up all power lines, water lines, sewage lines, burglar alarm lines, removed the wheels, leveled the –'

‘Removed the wheels?' The captain's left eye was completely shut now, maybe for good.

‘Sure,' Wallah said. ‘It's standard procedure if you're going to –'

‘Are you telling me that goddam trailer didn't have any
wheels?
'

‘Mobile home. And natu –'

‘
Trailer
!' the captain yelled. ‘Trailer, trailer goddam
trailer
! And if it didn't have any goddam
wheels
, how did they get it away from there?'

Nobody answered. The captain stood panting in the middle of the room, head hulked down between his shoulders, like the bull after the matador's assistants have finished with him. His left eye was still closed, perhaps permanently, and his right eyelid was beginning to flutter.

Lieutenant Hepplewhite cleared his throat. Everybody jumped, as though a hand grenade had gone off, and they all stared at him. In a small voice he said, ‘Helicopter?'

They continued to look at him. Several slow seconds went by, and then the captain said, ‘Repeat that, Hepplewhite.'

‘Helicopter, sir,' Lieutenant Hepplewhite said in the same small voice. And then, hesitant but hurrying, added, ‘I just thought maybe they had a helicopter and they might have come down and put ropes around it and –'

The captain glowered with his one eye. ‘And take it off the Island,' he finished.

‘Too heavy,' Wallah said. He opened his gray cloth plumber's bag and took out a toy mobile home. ‘Here's a scale model of the Remuda model,' he said. ‘Remember now, it's fifty feet long. This one is pink and white; the stolen one is blue and white.'

‘I see the color,' the captain growled. ‘You're sure it's too heavy?'

‘No question.'

‘
I've got a question
,' the captain said. Somehow he seemed to be holding the toy. Shifting it back and forth from hand to hand in some irritation, he said to Lieutenant Hepplewhite, ‘Phone the Army base. Find out if a helicopter could do the job.'

‘Yes, sir.'

‘And get in touch with some of the men on the scene. Have them wake neighbors, find out if anybody heard a helicopter around there tonight.'

‘Definitely too heavy,' Wallah said. ‘And too long and awkward. They just couldn't do it.'

‘We'll find out,' the captain said. ‘Here, take this damn thing.'

Wallah took back the toy. ‘I thought you'd be interested,' he said.

‘It's the real one I'm interested in.'

‘Exactly,' said the banker, Gelding.

Lieutenant Hepplewhite was murmuring on the phone. The captain said, ‘Now, if they
didn't
take it by helicopter, the question is how did they take it? What about these wheels you took off, where would they be now?'

‘Stored in our assembly plant in Brooklyn,' Wallah said.

‘You're sure they're still there?'

‘Nope.'

The captain gave him the full voltage of his one good eye. You're
not
sure they're still there?'

‘I haven't checked. But those aren't the only wheels in the world; they could have gotten wheels anywhere.'

Lieutenant Hepplewhite said, ‘Excuse me, Mr. Wallah.'

Wallah looked at him in amused surprise – probably at being called mister.

‘The Army sergeant would like to talk to you.'

‘Sure,' said Wallah. He took the phone from Hepplewhite, and they all watched him lift it to his face and say, ‘What's happening, man?'

The captain turned resolutely away from the conversation, and while the lieutenant answered the other phone, which had suddenly started to ring, he said to Gelding, ‘Don't you worry. It doesn't matter how they did it, we'll catch up with them. You can't steal a whole bank and expect to get away with it.'

‘I certainly hope not.'

‘Sir?'

The captain turned a mistrustful eye on the lieutenant. ‘What now?'

‘Sir, the bank had been resting on a foundation of concrete blocks. The officers on the scene have found tub caulking on top of the blocks.'

‘Tub caulking on top of the blocks.'

‘Yes, sir.'

‘And they decided to report that.'

The lieutenant blinked. He was still holding the phone. Next to him, Gary Wallah was in conversation on the other phone with the Army sergeant. ‘Yes, sir,' the lieutenant said.

The captain nodded. He took a deep breath. ‘Tell them thank you,' he said in a soft voice and turned to Albert Docent, the safe-company man, who hadn't as yet contributed anything. ‘Well, what good news do
you
have for me?' he said.

‘They'll have a hell of a time with that safe,' Docent said. Above the bow tie, his expression was clean-cut, dutiful and intelligent.

The captain's left eye fluttered slightly, as though it might open. He nearly smiled. ‘
Will
they?' he said.

Gary Wallah said, ‘The sergeant wants to talk to one of you people.' He was offering the phone indiscriminately to both Captain Deemer and Lieutenant Hepplewhite.

‘You take it, Lieutenant.'

‘Yes, sir.'

Once again, they all watched and listened as Hepplewhite spoke with the sergeant. His part of the conversation was mostly ‘Uh huh' and ‘Is that right?' but his audience kept watching and listening anyway. Finally he finished and hung up and said, ‘It couldn't be done by helicopter.'

‘Yes, sir.'

The captain said, ‘They're sure? Positive?'

‘Good,' said the captain. ‘Then they're still on the Island, just like I said.' He turned back to Docent, the safe man. ‘You were saying?'

‘I was saying,' Docent said, ‘that they'll find that safe a tough nut to crack. It's one of the most modern safes we make, with the latest advances in heat-resistant and shock-resistant metals. These are advances that come from research connected with the Vietnam war. It's one of the ironic benefits of that unhappy –'

‘Oh, wow,' said Gary Wallah.

Docent turned to him, firm but fair. ‘All I'm saying,' he said, ‘is that research has been stimulated into some –'

‘Oh, wow. I mean, wow.'

‘I've heard all your arguments, and I can't say I entirely disagree with –'

‘Wow, man.'

‘At this time,' George Gelding said, standing at attention and looking very red-faced, ‘when some person or persons unknown have stolen a branch of the Capitalists' and Immigrants' trust, and our brave boys are dying on far-flung battlefields to protect the rights of likes of you who –'

‘Oh, wow.'

‘Now, there's much to be said on both sides, but the point is –'

‘I see those flaaaaag-draped coffins, I hear the loved ones in their cottages and on the farms of America –'