Proof Positive
Chapter One
THE PAST—NOVEMBER 1945
Solomon Kessler heard the sharp crack of a high-powered rifle and saw
a bundled figure come off the ridgeline as though it were trying to fly.
He knelt quickly behind a tree and watched the figure tumble partway
down the slope toward the river before coming to rest against a fallen
log. As the figure tumbled Kessler heard two more shots, less powerful
than the first and fired in rapid succession, probably from a pistol,
followed by what sounded like a far-off cry, though it could have been
the wind. He waited for several minutes behind the tree, his eyes on
the ridgeline, straining to see at a distance through the snow. Halfway
between the ridgeline and the log he saw something—a scarf perhaps,
or a hat—that had come off the tumbling figure and lay on the white
slope, rising and falling forlornly in the wind. The echo of the shots
was long gone; the wind was now the only sound he heard. As far as
he could tell no one from up above was coming after the bundled
figure.
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