Hired to kill pop music part 1

“I do posses what none can take away.”

Oscar Wilde

I am a nobody-no-good-for-anything-to-anybody-ever-detective- extraordinaire!!! I had solved only four cases and the pile kept climbing higher and flamin higher and like a stack of pancakes drizzled with honey and syrup that had gone off, they soured and smelt funny.

I swear most of these are damn-near unbreakable, not even Mcconaughey and whatever his characters name in True Detective was, after cogitating fifteen years could get a handle one these bad mama-jammas!

Part of that was my own fault. Guilty! Women wanted their husbands caught so they can get a quick out of court settlement or that party divorce dress they’ve just been dying to show at the sham-ball of all ex-patriots. Who am I to deny them that joy? Life is short, ultimately pointless and I take money wherever I can get it.

For instance, when men who come to me days after seeing their wives, screaming, begging, urging, on their knees, for help in keeping their partners away from their mistresses. Being the blissfully ignorant playmate I am as well as super-detective-extradonaire! I agreed to take both of their moneys, and simply do nothing, never believing it would blow up in my face.

So far it hasn’t. Lucky me, eh?

There was, however a distinct lack of new clientele. I did not like big cities so operated in a rundown garage around the corner from where I live. A one Mr Anderson, handle bar…