[Brian Allgar]

This job was a cinch. I handled it during my lunch-time. Still chewing on my pepperoni pizza, I aimed my Luger. Pow! Whacking this dame was easy as popping a sparrow.

I went to the big house to report my success.

The Godfather was feeding his pet gecko bits of what looked suspiciously like human flesh. He was not happy at my news. “I told ya to take out this stool-pigeon, Frankie Deever, not the diva at the opera! How am I gonna explain to my family that they won’t be going to ‘Don Giovanni’ and ‘The Force of Destiny’?” He went on to suggest that before being born, I had the gestation period of an amoeba.

Well, I’m no judge of music, but I’d once hit on this dame’s blog and listened to her screeching. I considered I’d done the world a service.

The gecko was eyeing me hungrily.