The Rumrunner's Boy
E.R. Yatscoff
Paperback
(TG & R Books, Nov. 12, 2018)
CRIME WRITERS OF CANADA finalist. Historical crime fiction. Running rum over to Pelee Island on Lake Erie has been a piece of cake, a job so lucrative that men have abandoned their livelihoods. Lawrence Hooker is one of them. When he gets hurt, he orders his son Jarrod to take his spot with their boat. Jarrod, seventeen-years-old, is thrown in with rough men, many of them WW1 Vets who resent a boy working with them. Jarrod must swallow his fears and try to carve some self-respect for himself amid deadly efforts to undermine him. It’s an ordeal, but he gets through it, vowing not to go again. But ill winds begin to blow across Lake Erie as liquor money goes missing and the U.S.Coast Guard steps up patrols. An American gangster, a rogue from the notorious PurpleGang, seizes control of the operation and makes demands that put Canadian crews in grave danger. Jarrod unable to back out, is warned to flee if any trouble starts. He can back out now and reluctantly goes along on his second run which begins to sound like a suicide run. Crossing the watery international border in the dead of night, the Canadian convoy of rumrunners arrive on North Bass Island. Tempers flare, scores are being settled, and bullets begin to fly. Everything that could go wrong does. His crew has fled the island. Escape is impossible when he finds his boat is literally dead in the water, sabotaged by one of his own crew. At the edge of panic and despair, he is offered a way off the island from Ace Hendricks, a WW1 spy and assassin, the man who has maimed his father. All Jarrod has to do is steal one of the speedy black boats belonging to the Purple Gang. Even that is no guarantee as the U.S. Coast Guard lurks offshore. Jarrod is caught in a nightmare of epic proportions. He must decide to take a leap of faith and trust Ace or risk the wrath of the murderous Purple Gang. Ace has his own agenda, banking on the black boat. Whatever Jarrod decides, it could change his life. Although the Canadian border is only a scant four miles away, to Jarrod it may as well be a thousand.