ABSTRACT
Dutch Schultz knew he was being hunted by the FBI. They’d been following him to every speakeasy and gin joint in town. The G-Men had people watching his bootleg deliveries. They were staking out his gambling houses and shadowing his bodyguards. And most pesky of all was that New York prosecutor, Thomas Dewey. Schultz knew what to do with enemies. He’d sent several rivals to their grave with a round of Tommy gun fire. Schultz had seen what happened to other gangsters when they got caught. They served out their sentence for bootlegging or tax evasion and got out of jail in a couple of years only to find that another gangster had taken over their territory. A police stenographer was assigned to sit at his bedside and write down everything that Schultz said. Much of it didn’t make sense. He talked about going to the woods and hiding something.
