A scream shattered the stillness and echoed across the dark surface of the Monongahela River.
It
was well before dawn, but I was already on the south bank of the river
trying to help a homeless man who had found himself a hidey-hole
beneath the edge of the riverside bike path. He had begun to trust me
enough to inch out of his hole, but the scream sent him back into his
burrow like a frightened rabbit and sent me skidding down the short
slope to the river's edge to see what the hell happened.
A few yards upriver, two men stared into the darkness. I made my way along the muddy riverbank to them and said, "Who screamed?"
"Jumper," the nearest man said without looking at me.
"You see it?" I said.
"Nope."
His
friend glanced at me, shook his head, and went back to staring at the
river. The Hot Metal Bridge towered above us. Its decorative lights
shimmered on the calm surface of the river. No sign of a body.
"Jumpers don't scream," I said...
...and
so begins the most dangerous adventure of Dutch Law's already
complicated life, which leads him to a meeting with the Amish relatives
he never knew and a confrontation with the most lethal criminal he has
ever faced--a confrontation that tests Dutch to the very depths of his
soul.
PENNSYLVANIA DUTCH: A DARK MOON FOR DYING
Wannagat Publishing
