Bubbles rise up from the dark waters as the heavy body falls into the depths of the lake. I look up into the foggy gray skies. The atmosphere delivers a dreadful gloom, and it has every right to. It wouldn't make sense for there to be sunny, bright blue skies while I watched my best friend drown in the very lake we used to swim in as teenagers.

"That's one heavy son of a bitch", Paulie sighed, trying to catch his breath as if he just ran a 100 meter dash. "He would have been a great candidate for that Ozempic thing everybody's doing now".

The heavy son of a bitch he's referring to is, or was, Danny. We grew up together in Harrington Heights. We played football together in high school. We went into the same career. We have kids around the same age. Danny was once my closest friend. I couldn't imagine living without him.

Until I found out he was a rat.

Now his body is descending deep down in the Arlington Lake.

My name is Albie Mangione. I'm 43 years old. I live in northern New Jersey in a multi-million dollar home.

I'm the boss of an organized crime family.

And I just killed my best friend who was about to cooperate with the FBI to take me down.