The Hudson Devil

The Hudson reeks of bodies tonight.Matt hasn’t killed them—he never does—but he’s lured his fair share that have, convincing them to get closer and closer to the lip before he takes them, pulls them into the grimy water, swallowing their screams, their sins. He takes a payment. He lets them go.The business by his territory became less and less frequent. Rumors in the city ran rampant about the devil in the waters. Lies about deals, too, which Matt never made. He’s unwilling to debase himself that far. But he listens.