Visa to Death

A Double Murder–without a single motive.
They lay dead outside the bar–a tough cop and a real nothing guy who had just won a thousand bucks in a slogan contest.

“It was a crazy killing. My job was to whistle up the murderer. The dead cop’s wife was footing the bill.

“A knife-packing punk and his broad gave the first clues and then all hell broke loose. For somewhere in the city was a guy with the sweetest racket in the world. A deal with stakes so high that having killed once, he couldn’t stop.”