It was a cold stormy night. The house was still. I was lying in bed when I heard a series of knocks at the door. As I descended the stairs the knocks were getting louder and louder. I thought to myself, "Who could be at the door this late at night?" When I opened the door there was a tall man dressed all in black. He smelled of fish and looked like he just walked …showed first 75 words of 807 total…

…showed last 75 words of 807 total…Harry pulled out his own gun. I begged for my life, but it was too late I knew too much. He shot me right in my forehead. A few days later the police found my body floating down a river. Harry and George were never found. They escaped to the Caribbean with over $50,000 worth of weapons and cash. They spent the rest of their lives running from country to country trying to avoid their charges.