Chapters (27)
- Cover Page
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Part One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Part Two
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- About the Author
Leland and Schoenstein went up the stairs softly. They could hear nothing at the door. Leland glanced at his watch when they heard, faintly, “Hey! Out here!”
It was Maule’s voice. With Schoenstein in front, they raced down the stairs. Maule was not in sight as they headed up the ramp to the boardwalk. Two heads bobbed on the other side of the sand. Tesla broke free of Maule. Tesla was barefoot, wearing a T-shirt and slacks. He was terrified. He headed down the beach toward the water with Maule in pursuit, topcoat flapping. Schoenstein ran parallel to them on the boardwalk, puffing his coat off as he ran. Leland let the coat go and tried to keep up with him, beyond the two men running awkwardly on the sand. Schoenstein ran down a ramp onto the sand and cut an angle of interception. Leland was fifty feet behind him when Schoenstein let go a flying block from a distance of what seemed like ten feet. Tesla went down and struggled to get up, but Maule was upon him. Tesla screeched and tore at Maule’s clothes. Schoenstein scrambled at Tesla’s kicking legs. As Leland came up he drew his gun and dropped his weight on one knee across Tesla’s chest. He hit Tesla once across the top of the head to no effect; a second blow and Tesla, still conscious, quit fighting.
Clearing Tesla out of Clarendon alerted the press, which waited in force at the Fifth Precinct. Cameras flashed as Tesla was hustled past. Barricades had been set up to keep back a crowd that had gathered; there were shouts and cheers, indignant and larking by turns, that could be heard inside the house at the sergeant’s desk where Tesla was booked on suspicion. More pictures were taken there: Tesla, sullen and unshaved, flanked by Leland and Schoenstein. The cuffs on Tesla’s wrists were identified as Schoenstein’s.
Three hours later, when the first editions of the next morning’s papers came on the stands, they led with the story of Tesla’s capture. The Herald ran an editorial congratulating the Department for the speed with which Tesla had been brought in. The Press, while agreeing with Herbert Davis that the Joytown situation needed correction, chided him for “reacting emotionally” and “leaping to unwarranted conclusions about the Port Smith Police Department.”