A heavy sigh escaped Jonah’s lips, deflating his hope of getting through this evening without drama.
How the hell was he going to explain this?
“Shit. It’s Thanksgiving, all over again”, he muttered to no one in particular. “Can’t I get even one holiday off?”
At least this one wasn’t bloated and blue like the last one. Those drowned ones were the worst, in his opinion. Impossible to dispose of them without making a huge, freaking wet mess all over the kitchen floor. And the grout between the tiles was almost impossible to scrub completely spotless. Totally useless, hard to clean up, & leaving a fishy smell around for days…But…sigh… Time to get to work.
An hour later, Jonah knew why the body had been in the kitchen, who had put it there, and what he was going to do about it.
Absolutely fucking nothing.
The body was gone, Jonah’s specialty & his talent…to make the uncomfortable truths and the inconvenient secrets disappear. It was all a matter of perspective.
And his restaurant had one of the highest ratings in the city because of his personal outlook on life…and a cousin in the mob.