Smoking Gun

Five days ago, I gained access to evidence against a long-dead mafia that they had killed my brother. I knew such a thing, but had no evidence. Coral Canyons was once a large city, I must disclose. This is his diary. I can't bear to say much more, but here goes.

October 15, 1999

Dear Diary!

Today was super weird. Dad decided to bring me to his workplace. It was in a weird dense place called Coral Canyons, and he took me to a weird worn down home. There I met Papa's friends, who carried gray things called 'guns.' He let me play with their kids, but the other kids seemed scared. Papa's friends were actually very scary, I was just being brave. Papa gave me a piece of cake and took me home, but he never told me why his friends guarded a door which I could hear screams in.

Papa's been acting super weird lately, I hope he's okay.

October 16, 1999

I need to write this later.