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Thursday, April 25, 2019
You can run, but you...
Joseph Colaura, 50, was a bootlegger who made his bankroll in Somerset, Massachusetts. While there he had a falling out with two other bootleggers and the situation was never resolved satisfactorily. In 1928 Colaura and his family, consisting of his wife and eight kids, moved about an hour north to a town outside Boston called Waltham.
Everything was fine until the two bootleggers that Colaura had his problems with came to town in the spring of 1930. Assuming correctly that his old nemesis' wanted to kill him, Colaura didn't leave his house for two weeks. Eighty-nine years ago this evening however, one of Colaura's sons failed to show up at home. Concerned for his well being, Colaura left to go look for him. His wife would remember later that after her husband stepped outside, she heard a car horn honk three times.
At around midnight, Colaura's son returned home but said that he never saw his father. Fearing for her husband, Mrs. Colaura went looking for her husband but didn't find him at any of his usual haunts. The following morning Colaura was found in an alley next to a church with a bullet in his forehead and two in his back. Evidence pointed out that he had been killed some place else and dumped in the alley.
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