Rick Mofina - If Angels Fall

“It’s a date. Do you think he wants to talk to me fora bit?”

“Sure, just a minute.”

Ann put the receiver down. A few seconds later Tomheard the pounding of Zach’s sneakers approaching the phone.

“Dad?”

Reed felt something in his throat. “You being good,Zach?”

“Yup.”

“Are you being nice to Grandma?”

“Yup.” Then he whispered, “I even remember to leavethe toilet seat down after I go to the bathroom.”

“Wonderful.”

“Dad, are we going to move back home?”

“We’re working on it. We’re working on it, okay?”

“Dad, you want us all to move back home, right?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Me, too. Mom does, too. I heard her telling Grandma.”

“That’s good. I’m glad. Anything you want to talkabout?”

“That little boy that got kidnapped yesterday, I sawhis picture in your paper. Is that boy dead?”

“Nobody knows. The police are working real hard on thecase.”

“But the police are going to catch the kidnapper,right? They’re going to catch him before he takes more kids, right, Dad?”

Reed ran his hand over his face. “Zach, your motherand I love you, more than you ever know. Do you hear me, son?”

“I guess.” His voice was weak.

“And it’s all right to be a little nervous and extracareful to always not to talk to strangers. But Zach, don’t go crazy in yourhead over it. Don’t confuse it with what’s happening with us. Okay? Mom and Iare working on moving back together.”

“But when, Dad? I want to go home….” Zach’s voicebroke into a gut-wrenching plea that nearly winded Reed.

“I don’t know when, son.’

Zack was crying softly.

“Zack, it’s all right to be sad. I’m sad, too. But youhave to be strong and patient for Mom and me. Can you do it?”

“Uh-huh, I’ll try.”

“we’ll do everything we can. Now, I promise I willtalk to you again real soon.” Reed looked at his watch. “Tell Mom I will callher. Now I have to go, son.”

Reed hung up and hurried to his Comet.

Danny Becker woke up afraid and hungry. This strange place smelled bad, likeanimal cages at the zoo. His mouth tasted funny. “Dad!” Danny waited. Nothing.“Mommy! Where are you?”

Danny listened. Still nothing.

Something was wrong. He had his shoes on. Mommy neverlet him sleep in bed with his shoes on. His breathing quickened. He was soscared, sitting here on the smelly old mattress. The room was lit by a naked,dim bulb casting long shadows on the concrete walls. One tiny window had barson the inside. Newspapers covered the glass. Danny noticed a cup of milk, plateof cookies and a sandwich on the floor.

He cried as he ate. The sandwich was peanut butter andjam. Not nice like Mommy makes. The jam was dripping off the sides. The cookieswere cream cookies, the fat ones. He remembered being on the subway with Daddywhen he got bumped out the door and fell. He was lifted up from behind by handsthat were strong like Daddy’s. But they weren’t Daddy’s. They held him funny.At first Danny thought it as a game because they were going somewhat fast. Butwhen the person carrying him stumbled, he said a bad word. Danny tried toscream, but a stinky wet cloth smothered his face.

Danny had to pee. He replaced a half-eaten cookie onthe plate, stood up, and looked around. He had to find the bathroom. He went tothe door, reached up, gripped the knob, and turned.

It opened.

The hallway was dark. A shaft of light from a TVilluminated a stairway, and distinct, rhythmic squeak-creak sounds camefrom above.

Sniffling, Danny tiptoed up the stairs. He heard abark. A little blond dog waited for him at the top of the stairs.

It was brighter on the next floor and the bathroom wasnear the stairs. Danny entered and left the door open so it would be known hewas doing the right thing. The dog waited for him at the door. He was friendlyand licked Danny’s hand.

The TV and the squeak-creak grew louder asDanny entered the living room.

“…here’s the pitch; it’s a slider inside. Strike!”

Fifty thousand fans at Dodger Stadium roared. Dannyturned and took in the room. It was barren. Torn rags and soiled sheets andtowels covered the windows. No Mommy. No Daddy.

The walls were filthy. A large table, cluttered with abig computer, papers and maps was pushed to a corner.

Squeak-creak. Squeak-creak.

“…the Giants are looking good here in LosAngeles…”

Baseball. The TV was on a tall stand in the middle ofthe room.

Squeak-creak. Squeak-creak.

A strange man faced the set, rocking back and forth ina rocking chair. His back was turned to Danny.

“I want my mommy and daddy,” Danny said.

The stranger ignored him.

“…but so far they’re giving L.A. a drubbingtoday…”

Squeak-creak. Squeak-creak .

Strewn on the floor beside the man were newspapers.Seeing something familiar. Danny inched closer.

Squeak-creak. Squeak-creak.

Danny saw his own picture in one paper. He saw Daddy’spicture too-he looked worried and sad. Danny shuddered.

Who was that man in the rocking chair? He took half astep backward.

“Home field isn’t helping the Dodgers, Frank…Excuseme, Billy. We’re going to the network’s San Francisco affiliate for an updateon the kidnapping of Danny Becker.”

Danny’s mouth dropped when he heard his name. His eyeswere rived to the set. What was happening?

A man on the TV said, “Good afternoon. I am PeterMcDermid with an EyeWitness News special update.” Danny blinked, staring athimself on TV.

Squeak-creak. Squeak-creak.

“Three-year-old Danny Raphael Becker was kidnapped…”

What is kidnapped?

“…from his father yesterday while they were ridinghome on San Francisco’s Bay Area Transit System subway from a baseball game atOakland’s Alameda County Coliseum. It is believed a man abducted the boy fromthe Balboa Park BART Station. Danny is still missing. Police say his family hasreceived no ransom calls and that they have no suspects, no useful descriptionof Danny’s abductor. Today they are intensifying their investigation. Onehundred additional police and one thousand volunteers are helping in the searchfor Danny. He is the only child of Nathan and Magdalene Becker.”

Squeak-creak. Squeak-creak.

The picture of a little girl appeared beside Danny’s.He knew her. It was the girl he saw on the subway. The one who never smiled.

“A disturbing aspect in Danny’s case is that ithappened nearly one year later, and in almost exactly the same area wheretwo-year-old Tanita Marie Donner was taken from her home. She was murderedthree days later in Golden Gate Park.”

Murdered? Is that when you are dead? Is that murdered?

Squeak-creak. Squeak-creak.

“An unprecedented investigation involving the FBI andSan Francisco police has yet to find Tanita’s killer. Police refuse to say ifTanita Donner’s murder and Danny Becker’s abduction are linked. But EyeWitnessNews has learned the FBI’s Behavioral Science Unit, expert in profiling serialcriminals, is again assisting.”

“There has been an outpouring of support for theBeckers. We go now to a news conference called by Nathan and Magdalene Becker.EyeWitness News reporter Jennie Duffy is there. Jeannie, give us a sense of theimpact the Becker abduction has had.”

Jennie Duffy stood before a row of TV cameras. Beyondthem, a table with a small mountain of microphones and portable tape recordersrose before two empty chairs.

“Peter, the people I’ve talked to are horrified. Theabduction of Danny Becker is every parent’s nightmare. They say this kind ofthing isn’t supposed to happen in their neighborhood. It’s something thathappens in the movies, but not here. They’re taking precautions. Neighborhoodwatch parties are being formed, children are not allowed anywhere alone, andstrangers are regarded with suspicion. A blanket of fear has fallen over SanFrancisco.”