Eighty-three years ago this evening Francis Fabrizzio sat in the Brooklyn apartment of his parents. In addition to a couple of siblings was a lawyer who was helping Francis out with a literary project. You see, Mr. Fabrizzio was a life long bad guy. Two of his younger brothers were both killed by gangster guns and Francis decided the best way to get back at the underworld was to expose them and so, to that end, he wrote a book.
As the Fabrizzio family dined, the lawyer punched the typewriter
transcribing Francis' memoir. After a bit there was a knock at the
door. The senior Mr. Fabrizzio answered. Three guys flipped some badges
and said they wanted to talk to his son. Frances was summoned and asked
to step into the hallway. If you guessed that the trio weren't really
detectives good for you. Moments after Frances entered the hall the
family heard four shots. Mr. and Mrs. Fabrizzio rushed to find their
third son claimed by the gun....oh, the manuscript? Coppers took it,
evidence you know.