"Howard Waldrop - The Wolf-man of Alcatraz" - читать интересную книгу автора (Waldrop Howard)

The youngest prisoner on The Rock went into the cells and told Coy and Kretzer, "They're all dead."

Five or six prisoners, including one named Hubbard, joined the two with the guns. Most of the rest
returned to their cells. This had been just a short break in the routine.

Coy began firing out the windows, indiscriminately, at the rest of the Island.




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The second day of the siegeтАФwith another guard dead on the hill outside, and marines from the Presidio,
just back after 3 1/2 years of kicking Tojo butt, were on the roof of the cell block, throwing tear gas and
hand grenades down into the utility corridors that ran between each row of cells.
The warden had been on the horn for two days, urging the prisoners to give up.
Most inmates were hunkered in their cells, their heads down inside their bailed-out toilets, breathing fresh
air from there, away from the tear gas that floated like ground fog through the building.

Word came up to Coy, Kretzer, and Hubbard, who were still firing at anything that moved outside.

"Howlin wants to talk with you."

"I'm busy," said Coy, shooting toward the exercise yard.

"I think you better go talk to him."

"I better, huh?" said Coy, bringing the carbine around. He coughed, his eyes closed to slits. Snot hung
down his chin in a rope.

"I'm just the messenger," said the inmate.

Machine gun bullets ricocheted off the walls above them, fired from the lower hill. What glass was left
came down in an avalanche.

Coy went down to the other end of Broadway where all the cell blocks junctioned.

Howlin sat calmly on his bunk, surrounded by his books, tears running down his swollen face. He wiped
his face with a sock. He coughed quietly.

"Yeah?" said Coy.

"Have you been listening to the warden?" asked Howlin.

"It's the usual wind," said Coy.

"Those are marines on the roof. They're sending Federal Marshals from as far away as Colorado."