(Author’s note: I wanted something with a sense of humor today. Thinking about making this a series. Please leave notes in the comments as to whether or not you would like to see more).
I have three rules:
1) Never date a woman whose brothers have knife scars
2) Never chase women or buses; you’ll always get left behind
and
3) Never attend a party where you have to have an alias
Tonight, I was going to break all three. It’s murder at Howard’s house and I, Billy Wilson (P.I.), was in attendance.
It was a dark and stormy night, ok. Yeah, cliche, but it actually was; get over it. Old man Howard had finally kicked the bucket. The greedy little bastard choked on a chicken wing and literally kicked over his KFC.
Tonight was the designated reading of his will. I was there as muscle for one of his former mistresses, Aliba Pine. Since their last encounter, Ms. Pine was worried about Mrs. Howard something about being beaten with a cucumber.