THE BEST

Jason Smith
English 3
28 January 2003
The Stolen Money
It was a dark rainy Tuesday, the kind of night that seemed to just be waiting for something to happen. Fat Tony and his right hand man Johnny were cruising down 5th Street in their black delivery sedan.
“You know Johnny I don’t trust Joey, he’s got bad news written all over him,” said Fat Tony as he checked his rear view mirror for any sign they were being followed.
“Yeah our whole operation could go under if Joey doesn’t keep his mouth shut, with this prohibition thing going on the cops are right on our tail.” Johnny answered in his thickly accented New York twang.
“I’m not worried about Joey telling the cops I’m more worried about Tiny Tom, he’s the squealer.” Fat Tony answered.

They drove on until they reached Fat Tony’s secret bar. To look at the place you’d never think anything illegal was ...