Joel
Imagine my surprise when my wife comes pounding on the door of the Apricot Inn. Imagine hers when I open the door, pull her by the wrist and haul her inside. It’s just Yvette and Gina and me, all standing there. The air is thick with tension. There are body parts in a bag in the closet, plus twenty-six teeth, give or take. He was missing a few already, but hammering that many teeth out of a man’s head already made for a less than stellar day. I didn’t think it could get worse, and yet here we are.
Killing him hadn"t been the plan, and I was going to pay for it. He was a guy with a flair for the dramatic and a talent for murder. I don"t know all the fancy details of exactly how or why the bounty was ultimately placed on his head. Sometimes it"s better not to know.
What I do know is
