House of Ghosts (17 page)

“Mr. Rothstein, how is it possible that you can make a miracle, when the papers tell a different story?” Hannah asked.

“Please call me Jake,” he said with a reassuring smile. “Mrs. Greenbaum, you asked me a valid question. I’m not in the business of making miracles, but I work with people who have some influence, and it is this influence that can perform miracles.”

Unconvinced, Louis said, “Jake, we appreciate your kindness, but there has to be some more to this. Why should the Cubans give a damn about our niece?”

“Mr. Freidman, as you say, they don’t give a damn about Minnah. They only give a damn about money. If the right people can be approached, they can be persuaded to change their minds and cooperate.”

“When you say money, how much money are you talking about?” Heshie asked in a concerned tone.

Jake picked at a scab on the index finger of his left hand. He was stalling, trying to find a way to tell Sarah’s family he needed ten thousand dollars. Avoiding their faces, he looked toward his brother sitting next to Sarah. Paul waited for Jake to lower the boom.

Jake couldn’t bring himself to squash the last vestige of hope that Sarah’s family clung to. “It’s going to take a thousand dollars. I know it’s a lot of money, but that is part of the miracle.”

They were expecting a sum both unattainable and unaffordable. Sighs of relief filled the air. “Jake,” Heshie said, “are you sure?”

“I’m certain,” Jake said straight faced. “Does anyone have a passport? The money needs to be taken to Havana.” He already knew the answer was going to be no. Why would a bunch like that have need for a passport? He would get away with this thousand dollar lie.

“No one in our family has a passport. Who’s going to go to Cuba, if we can’t?” Louis asked.

Paul sat in disbelief about what had just transpired. Toscanini never conducted an orchestra better than Jake was doing in that apartment. “I have a passport, so I suppose I’ll be taking the trip. I need to be able to identify her. With the type of characters in charge of the ship, one can’t be too careful. I wouldn’t want to rescue the wrong person.”

Hannah Greenbaum went to the wall of pictures, and removed a framed eight-by-ten. She removed the photo, handing it to Jake then turned to Rima. “Do you have a more recent picture? Minnah is fifteen in this one.” Rima shook her head in the negative.

“Does Minnah speak English?” Jake asked. “I really don’t understand German.”

“In one of the letters I received, her mother wrote she was studying English, but the Nazis had closed the schools to all Jewish children. I don’t know how much she understands or speaks. Why do you ask?” Rima said.

“For a couple of reasons. It would be nice if I could let her know what was happening, and what to expect. Secondly, getting through immigration is tough enough under normal circumstances. If there are any questions concerning the validity of her papers, English would be a plus.”

Heshie became unhinged, beads of perspiration dotted his brow. “How are you going to do this? The more you talk, the more it seems impossible to get her into this country. I’m afraid this is going to end badly.”

Sarah spoke for the first time. “Papa, if Jake didn’t think he could carry out his plan, I don’t think he would have come here. We have to have faith because no one else has the means or the courage to undertake such an endeavor.”

Jake looked at his probable sister-in-law. His brother was indeed the smarter of the two Rothstein boys. While reassuring her family, she also gave Jake confidence. “I’m going to need some additional help. Mr. and Mrs. Greenbaum, I have to ask your permission to let me take Sarah with me. She will be an immense help with Minnah. Paul is also coming. What do you say?”

“This is so very sudden. You have to give me and my husband a few minutes to talk this over,” Hannah said.

“I understand completely. Paul and I are going downstairs. Decide what you think is correct,” Jake said.

They took the stairs and kept their thoughts to themselves until they arrived outside of the building. Jake straddled the railing bordering the marble steps. “Have you lost your mind?” Paul asked, pointing at his brother. “A thousand dollars! Oh, by the way, Paulie is coming with me. It’s all right to let your daughter go to Florida with two Brooklyn brothers, one of whom she’s met a total of two times! These people may be simple, but that doesn’t make them simpletons.”

Jake turned to the bright sun. “I realize I blindsided you. I arrived here with the intention of telling them the truth about the money. I sized them up real fast. There is no way in hell they could raise that amount in a year. In fact, we’ve actually got twelve hours to get it together.

“Your girlfriend is way too smart to be fooled. However, she knows Minnah’s chances of getting off the St. Louis are next to nothing without me. If I could bring her to Havana, I would, but that’s not going to happen. Somebody has to stay with her in Miami, and that job is delegated to you. If I understand correctly, the college is in a dead period before finals.”

Paul walked down to the street and looked up at the building, wondering
what was taking the Greenbaums so long. “Jake, you can’t take this to heart. You can’t save the world.”

Jake hopped off the rail as Sarah came out of the door. She bounded down the steps and wrapped her arms around both of the boys’ necks. “My parents agreed to let me go. Come upstairs so we can hear the rest of your scheme, Jake.”

Jake’s second reception was vastly different from his first. “I want to apologize,” Heshie said, leading Jake to the sofa. “We appreciate you getting involved in our trouble.”

Jake checked his watch. He promised Nicky he would have the car returned by 2:00. It was already 1:15. “My sources tell me the St. Louis is going to be allowed to stay in Havana for only a day or two at the most. The situation is deteriorating rapidly. We have to get down there tomorrow.”

“I’ll be right back,” Louis excused himself to retrieve the thousand dollars.

“For some reason, this city doesn’t have any regularly scheduled commercial flights. The only planes leaving are chartered. Luckily, they use Floyd Bennett in Brooklyn. One of my associates has arranged three seats on a plane leaving tomorrow at seven in the morning. With any luck, we’ll be in Havana by four. I suggest Sarah pack a bag and come to Brooklyn this afternoon. Picking her up in the morning will be very difficult,” Jake said.

Sarah went to the hall closet to find clothing for the tropical weather of southern Florida. “What happens if Minnah has trouble with her entry papers in Miami?” Louis asked.

“Her papers aren’t going to be a factor. My plan calls for a speedboat to ferry us back to Florida to avoid the Coast Guard.”

Sarah returned with a small leather valise. She exchanged hugs and kisses with her family. Heshie and Hannah began crying. “We wish you the very best of luck,” Heshie said, wiping his eyes. “Our thoughts and prayers will be with you every minute you’re away. As an uncle, I want you to deliver my niece from hell, but as a father, I beg you to keep my daughter from danger.”

“Sarah will give you a call when we arrive in Miami. We really have to go,” Jake said, walking to the door.

Jake peeked at the lovebirds in the back seat from the Buick’s rearview mirror. The strain of the morning was on their faces. Jake tuned the radio to the Dodger game to break the silence. The boys of Ebbetts Field were hosting the St. Louis Cardinals and were taking a beating. Freddie Fitzsimmons, the Dodger starting pitcher, had given up eight runs in four innings.

“Jake, please shut it off,” Paul pleaded.

Sarah, a huge Yankee fan, laughed. “You should be used to it. Another season with the same results.”

Jake pulled up in front of their apartment building. “I have to get over to Nicky’s, give him the car, and take care of a couple of things. I’ll see you later.”

Nicky Spagnola was waiting on the steps of a non-descript house on 85th Street, combing his slicked back hair. His outfit of a blue-gray Italian knit shirt and white Egyptian cotton slacks cost four times what a longshoreman earned in a month. He loathed his day job and the lowbrows he was forced to deal. Unlike his
goomba
Jake, he aspired to greater things—Uncle Tommy wouldn’t be around forever. He didn’t look happy. “I told you I had to take my mother to her sister’s. Luckily, my cousin was going, and he gave her a ride.”

“Things got a little screwy, and it took more time, I’m sorry.”

Nicky opened the door on the passenger side and slid in. “Forget it. What happened?”

“Paulie’s girl understands the situation, unlike her family who are deceiving themselves. By the way, she and Paulie are going with me.” Jake pulled away.

Nicky shook his head. “My friend, you’re plain fucking nuts. With your luck, she’ll come back to New York pregnant. Where are we going?”

“Floyd Bennett, I have to pick up the tickets. Did you make the call to Miami?”

“Yeah, I did what you wanted. After the airport, we have to swing by my uncle’s house.
He
wants to talk.”

Floyd Bennett Field, located at the extreme eastern end of Flatbush Avenue near Jamaica Bay, was the first municipal airport in New York City. However, its use remained minimal with Newark, New Jersey attracting the majority of the commercial flights to the area for its close proximity to Manhattan and the money that lived there. Working stiffs kept their feet on the ground.

Jake pulled into a deserted parking lot next to the flight office housed in a one-story concrete block building. Nicky elected to stay in the car and listen to the radio. In less than five minutes Jake returned with three tickets in hand.

“Just heard the news,” Nicky announced. “The Cubans are going to give some Jewish agency two more days to figure out what to do with that ship. Looks like you’re cutting things close.”

Jake shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll deal with it when I get down to Miami. Let’s hope Uncle Tommy isn’t ticked off at me.”

“He wants to go over how you should approach the greaseballs in Havana. We have pull down there, but those guys would turn you into shark chum and charge
you for doing the conversion.”

Jake meandered to Sheepshead Bay. He never felt comfortable being summoned by Tommy “the Corkscrew” Bavosa. Sheepshead Bay wasn’t the Brooklyn he was from. It was more like Jersey with its manicured grass and white painted fences. The Buick pulled up to Tommy’s house. Two muscle bound men working in the front yard appeared to be gardeners. Beside rakes, they each had .38s. Tommy Bavosa, considered reckless in business deals, had his personal safety as his number one priority.

The bodyguards relaxed when they recognized the occupants of the Buick. “The boss is in the backyard tending to his roses,” one of the stooges said.

Bavosa motioned for the boys to take a seat around a table situated on an Italian marble patio. He received the moniker “Corkscrew” after plunging the device into the eye of a dining companion during a heated argument. Bavosa put down his shears and removed his heavy brown gloves. Though in his early sixties, his defined biceps were evident in a sweat-stained athletic shirt. A scar extended from the base of his left ear to his shoulder; a souvenir from a six-year New York State paid vacation in Sing Sing. His mane of nearly white hair contrasted sharply to his olive skin. “Where you two schnooks been? You’re late!” he fumed. “Jake, I already called Vinnie Sapienza down in Miami. He’ll go with you to Havana. He knows those bastards.”

Nicky looked at his uncle, miffed at the mention of Sapienza’s name. “Great choice! Jake and me had to pull his ass out of the fire when you sent us down to Florida not more than a year ago.”

“I care about this guy,” Bavosa said, pointing to Jake. “I don’t want him to end up in some sweatbox of a cell. Vinnie knows the lay of the land. I told Vinnie and I’m telling you, no gunplay. If it looks like the shit is going to hit the fan, you get on the speedboat and get the hell out of there. The broad ain’t worth getting killed over.”

Jake didn’t need to be reminded Tommy Bavosa demanded respect. “I appreciate what you have done. I wouldn’t be in a position to help this girl if it wasn’t for you.”

Bavosa rose from his chair and walked to the gate. He placed his hands on Jake’s shoulders. “Take seriously what I said. I wouldn’t have gotten involved in this bullshit if I didn’t care for you. You’re family. Come back safely and quickly.”

Jake and Nicky walked back to the car. Nicky took the wheel. “What’s wrong with you?” Jake asked. “Why do you go out of your way to antagonize him? Don’t think because you’re his sister’s son your blood is worth more than the other guy’s. It’s worth nothing.”

Nicky laughed. “What are you pissing about? He’s my uncle. Don’t believe him when he says that you’re like a nephew to him. You’re still the biggest Goddamn Jew he ever saw and don’t forget it. Mark my words, someday he is going to call in the IOU that you signed for him by doing you this favor.”

Jake didn’t answer, he knew Nicky was correct.

In silence, they made the trip from Sheepshead Bay to Flatbush Avenue in record time. “I’ll be by tomorrow morning at six-fifteen to get you to the airport,” Nicky said.