The New Kid

Jan, 31 1910
Dear diary
Today I had an important decision to make. The decision was whether or not to let the future of the gang in. but I left my luetinent to the task. I will receive his answer tomorrow. That is all for today. Goodbye

Feb, 1 1910
Dear diary
The results are in, the new kid is in. his name is Al. born right here in Brooklyn. He is 13 years old. I am hoping he will keep my spirit alive when I am gone. On the other hand he was sent on his first job today. Joey is showing him the ropes. They collected money from Jay`s Butchery.

Feb, 2 1910
Dear diary
Nothing is really going on this week. I think the new kid is growing on me
Feb, 9 1910
Dear diary
It’s a new week. That means a new job. Although I am beginning to become skeptic about Joey, he has been acting jealous ever since he showed Al around. Speaking of Al, in this week alone he has got us five new customers looking for protection from other mobs. I am really proud of that kid. He really has a future in this business.
Feb, 11 1910
Dear diary
I feel that Joey`s jealousy is at an extreme extent. Maybe it is that I am paying more attention to Al than I am Joey. Why would Joey want my attention though? It is all just confusing. I need time to think. I will write later.
March, 6 191
Dear diary
My apologies for not writing sooner. I was told that I was in a coma for three and a half weeks. My question is what put me in my coma.
March, 7 1910
Dear diary
Today a young kid approached me and I didn`t know who he was or how he knows me. So of course I asked him. And this kid said something very strange. He said his name was Al. I don`t know why that name seemed so familiar. Well, anyways he said that I let him into the mob and that Joey shot me in the head and that I survived by a hair. I don`t understand why Joey would do something like that.
March, 9 1910
Dear diary
That Al kid is doing really well. I am not just saying that because he is young, or for his age group. He does better than seventy-five percent of the men that work for me. Actually I might promote him.
March, 10 1910
Dear diary
Al was very thankful for the promotion. He is now an advisor. Joey told me that our old advisor was shot and killed in a shootout. Poor Francisco. I hope he rests in peace.
March, 13 1910
Dear diary
I am starting to take weekends off. So now that it is Monday I am going to surprise Al. on Friday he asked to talk to me. He had a sob story about how his father, amelio, was laid off and his brother was beat up and had his leg broken. So I am deciding on whether or not to give his dad job.
March, 15 1910
I am going to stop saying dear diary because it is starting to get on my nerves.
Well, anyway I gave Amelio a job. He is now the manager at Bill`s Butchery. Al seemed happy. But as a member of the mob Al`s family is our family.
March, 17 1910
I am going on a trip until January. So I will not be writing for a while.
Jan, 30 1910
I am back from vacation. It was stress relieving. Too bad though that I missed Al`s birthday. Imagine he is only 14 and he is fourth in command.
Feb, 8 1910
I lost this journal about a week ago but I found you under the bed. The worst thing is happening. Carlos Estevez is threatening the mob. Carlos is a bar tender. He is a spy for us. The opposing mob, the DeCastros are holding his family hostage for info of our whereabouts the DeCastros are placed in New Orleans. Since Mardi Gras is coming up I decide to go with Al, Joey and a few other guys to kill Carlos. If worse comes to worse we will fight our way out of there.
Feb, 12 1910
Today is the day, the big plan. I am writing this early in case I do not come back.

We survived. All of us did. Not surprising me at all Al killed Carlos. The plan went as planned. Al followed Carlos into an alley where three men were waiting for him. Al killed Carlos while me, and Joey killed the three men and we went back to our hotel and I started writing.
Feb 16 1910
I just returned from the Mardi gras situation. Although one guy retired. So I am thinking about promoting Al to sergeant.
Feb 20 1910
I am starting to write every four days. Al got the promotion. Quite frankly Joey has been nervous. Like if Al is threatening him.
Feb 24 1910
Joey did not show up today. Neither did Al. wonder what their problem is.
Feb 26 1910
I found out why Joey and Al are not showing up. This is how I found out. I decided to gather money from Bill`s and there was a murder notice on the door. It stated that Amelio Vercelli and his son were killed. At first I was worried that Al was also killed. Then I went to Joey`s house and the police were crawling around. So immediately knew what happened; Joey, scared that Al will soon take his position, killed Amelio and Al`s brother. Thinking that will rattle Al`s bones making him retire. But Joey`s plan backfired and he left too much evidence and Al knew Joey killed his family. So Al set out to return the favor. Al killed Joey. Almost too easily.
March 9 1911
I had not been writing for a simple excuse. I have been thinking. I went to Al`s house to talk to him. And what he said confused me.
He said, “He left a note, a note addressed to me. Then I went to the butchery and saw them dead and my father pointed to a note in the window. Then his arm fell. I picked up the note and read it. Joey confessed to the crime. He wanted to take me on, one on one. Then I left to the address. Joey was waiting with a cigar in his mouth. He had a box. The box contained two pistols. Each had one bullet. I checked. I ended up shooting him first wounding his shooting hand. Then I loaded my gun with bullets that I bought on the way to the butchery. And shot him once in each knee, and then in the shoulder and then I left him there to die.”
Something in that did not mix correctly. Joey always stayed for the cops to show up. He never would have left a note. So I investigated even further. But I could not find anything.
March 12 1911.
Today I hit my head and my memory came back. What I remember is extremely shocking. I remember Joey walking into my office and talking to me then a book fell off the shelf. When I turned around Joey had left. And al walked in the room with a bat. Al took a couple swings with the bat at me and then Francisco came in, then Joey shot him in the back with a pistol. And then Al hit me in the head with the bat. I hope Al does not find out I have my memory back, or the same thing would happen again.
March 16 1911
Today I lost my journal. But I found it in Al`s office. I WILL confront him tomorrow.
March 17 1911
This is one of my final entrees. I talked to Al. He was waiting for me. He told me the truth. That he shot his father. And Joey was with him. Joey wanted this madness to end, but Al would not let happen. Joey threatened to tell me. So he hit Joey in the head with a chunk of frozen meat. Then he threw him in the back of the car. Then Al took him to the river. Then Al shot him in the knees, the hand, and the shoulder. Emptied the clip of the gun and planted it on Joey. Then we fought to the death. I won, but spared his life.
March 18 1911
Al called the cops, and blamed all of his murders on me. It turns out that he shot his mom and brother with my gun. Now the cops are sending me to this new prison off the coast of California. It is called Alcatraz. I am sentenced there for life. I guess Al was placed under Witness protection. And now he lives in Chicago or something.
August 4 1934
AL IS HERE. He is here in Alcatraz. I guess the life of crime caught up to him. He is in cell B-181.