Jeremiah shook his head and waved for the engineer to stop. "It's no good," he cried. "It's too risky. We've got to think of something el. . ."
Before he could finish his sentence, a spotlight blinded him, and a stern voice barked from the hill above. "Hold it right there! What's going on here?"
It was Sergeant Vincent Coleman of the New Jersey State Police, with seventeen uniformed officers standing behind him.
The Fourteenth Hour
Hosea Bethea stumbled onto the scene, happy to see the cops for the first time in his life. On spotting him, three of the officers drew their pistols and crouched to fire.
"Hold your fire!" Jeremiah shouted, "He's with us!"
"And who the hell are you?" Coleman demanded.
Jeremiah hurried forward, reaching into his wallet at the same time. The tense policeme
