Murder My Love (Kindle Books Mystery and Suspense Crime Thrillers Series Book 3) by Tad S. Torm
Authors: Tad S. Torm
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willing to take it on the chin, like a trooper, as long as the relationship stayed at the boyfriend-girlfriend level.
Patricia had fallen in love with a prole, a boy without any particular merit, no blue blood flowing through his veins; what's more, he was a foreigner from across the pond. A worthless boyfriend, to be sure; but even if their relationship proved to be a steady one, this too could be tolerated within limits. But when the two kids started talking matrimony, it became just too much.
The line in the sand had been crossed.
It is at this point that our friend, Zingor, enters the stage. The husband, George, and the mother, Eleanor, have been rehashing this story on and on for almost a year, it's been their main topic of conversation, and they bring it up day after day while riding in the back of Zingor's limousine. And Zingor listens.
But the idea of a hit took a little more to come about.
"Is there anything we can do about Pete?"
They talk about having him thrown out of school, or even expelled from the country.
However, the thought of murder had not yet crossed their mind.
The daughter, Patricia, is a very smart and very obstinate girl. Should anything happen to Pete, the first people she would suspect would immediately be her parents.
So the news of Pete leaving for a two-week vacation to Europe at spring break, comes to the Van den Lieber as manna from Heaven.
But they still don't know what to do with it until Zingor intervenes.
He asks them point blank how much they were willing to pay for the problem to go away.
The Van den Lieber, at first, look at him like at a bad joke. They don't believe for a second that Zingor is the kind of guy who can solve this type of problem.
"Maybe I am not, but I know somebody who is. I can ask one of my clients." I can imagine him saying.
It seems that George said no and Eleanor said yes. And it was Eleanor, who convinced Zingor in one day when George was not riding in the limo, to approach me.
By the way things stand as we speak, it looks like I made a huge mistake, I realize it now. I shouldn't have gotten involved. It was not professional, not at all. But I needed the money and I didn't see any risks, and there was a lot of money involved."
"How much did he get?" I ask.
"Him? Nothing, almost nothing. Ten bits for a finder’s fee."
"Ten thousand?" I say and he agrees.
I'm thinking about a second drink and am getting ready to ask him for one, but whether it is the effect of the alcohol or the time that cures all wounds, I feel kindly towards Jack because he solved all this big mystery for me.
So I shoot him in the head with his own gun when he expects it least. He dies instantaneously, with a happy grin on his face.
It's the kind of common courtesy we extend to each other from time to time.
I get a second glass of Cointreau and drink it very slowly.
This is going to be a hell of a case for the police to solve because of the multiple guns used and the mixed ownership of the guns. An obvious argument between hoodlums ending badly.
And that's about it.
I drive the limo back to Zingor's address. I get into the house. He's almost awake now. I find him sitting at a table with a cup of coffee in his hand. We clean the limousine together; I explain to him we need to do a thorough job because there were a few hiccups on the way.
He will call the Van den Lieber, since we have an emergency to report.
So he calls.
"It's emergency," he yells towards the phone in his funny accent, which I now realize I was imitating perfectly. "Mr. Soldi wants talk. Somebody from Europe come kill you."
So I guess that as far as the Van den Funny Shoes are concerned, Zingor does not sound so amusing anymore.
Sometimes you have to come up with the truth in order for people to believe a lie.
Zingor did good.
We get to see the Van den Lieber in half an hour, Zingor doesn't know it yet, but this time, he'll experience most of the trip in the trunk of his limousine.
I soften
Patricia had fallen in love with a prole, a boy without any particular merit, no blue blood flowing through his veins; what's more, he was a foreigner from across the pond. A worthless boyfriend, to be sure; but even if their relationship proved to be a steady one, this too could be tolerated within limits. But when the two kids started talking matrimony, it became just too much.
The line in the sand had been crossed.
It is at this point that our friend, Zingor, enters the stage. The husband, George, and the mother, Eleanor, have been rehashing this story on and on for almost a year, it's been their main topic of conversation, and they bring it up day after day while riding in the back of Zingor's limousine. And Zingor listens.
But the idea of a hit took a little more to come about.
"Is there anything we can do about Pete?"
They talk about having him thrown out of school, or even expelled from the country.
However, the thought of murder had not yet crossed their mind.
The daughter, Patricia, is a very smart and very obstinate girl. Should anything happen to Pete, the first people she would suspect would immediately be her parents.
So the news of Pete leaving for a two-week vacation to Europe at spring break, comes to the Van den Lieber as manna from Heaven.
But they still don't know what to do with it until Zingor intervenes.
He asks them point blank how much they were willing to pay for the problem to go away.
The Van den Lieber, at first, look at him like at a bad joke. They don't believe for a second that Zingor is the kind of guy who can solve this type of problem.
"Maybe I am not, but I know somebody who is. I can ask one of my clients." I can imagine him saying.
It seems that George said no and Eleanor said yes. And it was Eleanor, who convinced Zingor in one day when George was not riding in the limo, to approach me.
By the way things stand as we speak, it looks like I made a huge mistake, I realize it now. I shouldn't have gotten involved. It was not professional, not at all. But I needed the money and I didn't see any risks, and there was a lot of money involved."
"How much did he get?" I ask.
"Him? Nothing, almost nothing. Ten bits for a finder’s fee."
"Ten thousand?" I say and he agrees.
I'm thinking about a second drink and am getting ready to ask him for one, but whether it is the effect of the alcohol or the time that cures all wounds, I feel kindly towards Jack because he solved all this big mystery for me.
So I shoot him in the head with his own gun when he expects it least. He dies instantaneously, with a happy grin on his face.
It's the kind of common courtesy we extend to each other from time to time.
I get a second glass of Cointreau and drink it very slowly.
This is going to be a hell of a case for the police to solve because of the multiple guns used and the mixed ownership of the guns. An obvious argument between hoodlums ending badly.
And that's about it.
I drive the limo back to Zingor's address. I get into the house. He's almost awake now. I find him sitting at a table with a cup of coffee in his hand. We clean the limousine together; I explain to him we need to do a thorough job because there were a few hiccups on the way.
He will call the Van den Lieber, since we have an emergency to report.
So he calls.
"It's emergency," he yells towards the phone in his funny accent, which I now realize I was imitating perfectly. "Mr. Soldi wants talk. Somebody from Europe come kill you."
So I guess that as far as the Van den Funny Shoes are concerned, Zingor does not sound so amusing anymore.
Sometimes you have to come up with the truth in order for people to believe a lie.
Zingor did good.
We get to see the Van den Lieber in half an hour, Zingor doesn't know it yet, but this time, he'll experience most of the trip in the trunk of his limousine.
I soften