The Entries of Alcatraz

The Entries of Alcatraz Vol. 1

Chapter 1

Maybe:

It was just another regular day when I came across an article about a recently murdered famous actress, Cindy Green. Still in her emerald gown for her awards show with her signature $100,000 Cartier emerald necklace on, she lay motionless on the hard concrete with police caution tape around her body. I zoomed in closer for a look and noticed slightly concealed stitches on her forehead. My heart beat louder as I imagined myself solving the case. Oh, the recognition I would receive. I was always up for a mystery, so I obsessively followed true crime podcasts. But instead of being already solved, this case was wide open. Enthusiastically, I found my jacket and made my way out to the Bell Rose Cafe on the quiet Lombard St. to begin solving this case. No true detective ever worked without some coffee. Just as I reached the end of the street, my phone chimed. I got a message from my friend Henry, though he was more of my partner in crime. “Meet me at the Bell Rose Cafe. I found something you need to see.” My pulse quickened. It was surprising how similar our minds were! However, if Henry was involved, it surely meant trouble, the good kind.

Once I got there, I found Henry sipping on his go-to cold-brew espresso with a messy pile of papers covering the entire table. “This is what I wanted to show you,” he said, rummaging through the mess. Typical Henry, I thought. His face immediately lit up when he found the right paper. It was a newspaper that read…

“Who Really Was Cindy Green? All You Need to Know About Her Life & Death”

“I’m sorry, what’s so important about her ‘murder mystery’ besides her being famous?” I said, gesturing quotation marks with my hands, emphasizing the murder mystery. Henry shook his head “Liz, don’t you want to be recognized by the world for being one of the world’s best and youngest detectives?” “I do” I replied, trying to focus on reading. While I was reading, a name caught my eye: Vincent Happaro. This enigmatic charming actor was Cindy’s known companion. I looked to the right of the paper to see a picture of him. Just looking at him sent shivers down my spine. At first glance, his smile seemed friendly. It was only when you looked closer, that you overlooked the boyish charm, and saw that it did not reach his eyes. His eyes were a cold gray, almost unfeeling. How did he manage to act so kind on camera? “Wait till you read this column,” Henry said pointing to a small 1-inch section squeezed in the bottom of the page. “Turns out he has a history of people who were close to him going missing.”

To be continued….