Jonathan Dyer
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Dyer joined the Army in 1981. After basic combat training he spent 18 months learning Russian and 6 months immersed in cryptologic training before shipping out to Field Station Berlin. From 1983 through 1986 Dyer worked at the National Security Agency’s intercept site in Berlin. While Dyer was in Berlin he married fellow Russian linguist Kerry Dyer. They have been married for 40 years. For more than 30 of those years they lived in California’s Wine Country where Dyer practiced law and taught Government, U.S. History, and Criminal Law. In 2021, they retired to Georgetown, Texas to be closer to their daughter who lives and works in Austin. Dyer is the author of 12 books. Greg Scarpa, Legendary Evil, a finalist in the 2025 Independent Author Network Book of the Year awards, is his first work of nonfiction.
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Greg Scarpa, Legendary Evil: The Many Faces of a Mafia Killer
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 Finalist 2025 Independent Author Network Book of the Year Awards
True Crime
“Put one behind the ear.” A Mafia killer’s advice. Greg Scarpa’s advice. A man so evil that he ordered his eldest son to murder his closest associate, and his youngest son to murder his best friend. When Scarpa was in his twenties he became a goodfellow in the Profaci family swearing a blood oath to the Mafia, then the country’s largest organized-crime syndicate. For 25 years he betrayed that oath by acting as a paid informant. He fed the FBI a steady stream of self-serving information forsaking the men who trusted him with their lives. He was a one-man crime wave who spent only 30 days behind bars thanks to his status as the FBI’s ultimate Mafia insider. He engaged in mayhem and murder knowing he had a virtual license to kill. Greg Scarpa, Legendary Evil is a deep dive providing fresh insight into Scarpa’s malignant personality. Dyer peels back the layers of myth and misdirection to paint as complete and accurate a picture as possible of a man who murdered his enemies and betrayed his friends, of a bigamist who loved only money, of a feared and reviled man whose destructive appetites knew no bounds. 
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