Snub Nose missed his only shot at Frain outside the rehearsal dinner on Thursday.
Missed a second chance pre-ceremony, Saturday in the park.
Wanted to fire his thirty-eight in church when the minister asked if anyone objected to the marriage, but his fear of collateral damage – shooting the minister – stopped him from the delicious irony.
Frain’s future father-in-law told Snub Nose the reception was his last chance. “I can still get it annulled for 24 hours. Do it tonight or I send Jimmie the Fist your way.”
Snub Nose declined to mention that Jimmie the Fist was his alias. Changed his name based on the weapon he used to do the job. The complicated life of a hitman.
Handguns weren’t allowed at the reception. So The Butcher figured he could get Frain to choke on some meat, kill him with the Heimlich. But when Frain helped cut the cake, the assassin helped propel the ice sculpture … right into Frain’s temple.
“If I can’t do it in the church, I’ll do it in the temple,” The Iceman said. Frain died on the spot.
Before the investigation began, the murder weapon melted. His wife’s heart did too.
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Lookie there, my wife loves me after all. Well, when I’m dead and gone.
Okay, “I” was tough. (You probably noticed!) Deadline is minutes away and I’m still editing. This is why the back half of the alphabet scares me to … death? Oh geez, there I go again. Okay, come on back tomorrow for murder by…
- Jump Rope
- Junkyard Dog
Wednesday’s entry is kinda creepy. I think you’ll enjoy it. If you want to see where this all started (and get a better story for your effort!), check out Death by Defenestration.