The Pizza Boys They Deliver Murder... In 30 Minutes Or Less! Gary Newsom The Pizza Boys All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2015 Gary Newsom All Rights Reserved. This book may not be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in whole or in part by any means, including graphic, electronic, or mechanical without the express written consent of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Book Country books may be ordered through booksellers or by contacting: Book Country 375 Hudson Street New York, NY 10014, USA www.bookcountry.com 888-268-9234 ISBN: XXX-X-XXXX-XXXX-X (ebook) Chapter One: Another Dead Body In Dallas 2: The Pizza Syndicate 3: Jack, Back In Black 4: First Delivery 5: Headline News …show more content…
I dispense the justice." "And I need to have justice served?" "Yes, you do." The man looked at the killer for an eternity that lasted fourteen seconds then blurted out, "WHAT HAVE I DONE?" "You really don't know, do you?" "No! I don't!" The killer almost whipped off his ski mask but thought better of it. "Well, I'll give you some hints. April nineteenth, May fourteenth, July second, July twenty-one, August thirteenth, and three days ago, September third. What do all of these dates have in common?" "I don't know! What kind of crazy ... I mean, I really don't know." "You know, it's bad enough when someone is evil and they know it. It's even worse when someone is evil and doens't even realize it." "I'm not evil. I'm just a lonely old guy who went out for a date for the first time since my wife died six years ago." The killer slowly stood up. "We're not talking about your dead wife or your new girlfriend. You are evil and you must pay." "I do not know...what you mean by that." "Here's your final hint. Those dates I gave you are the dates I came to your house or, more precisely, your door. I'm sure there are other dates when others came to your house." As soon as the words left his mouth, the killer shot the man just over his right …show more content…
The address belonged to the third most attractive woman he delivered to. She rarely tipped more than a dollar. She didn't answer the door naked or in bra and panties like an x-rated movie, but close enough: tight short shorts and a cut-off t-shirt. Mickey had never seen a man or anyone else in the house. He decided to have some fun with Daniel. "Hey, Daniel, I need you to take this delivery for me." "Why?" "I gotta low tire. I need to patch it before I have a blowout," Mickey said. This lie, like most good lies, was based on fact. Three of his tires had so much flat fixer in them that, if the rubber was removed, they would resemble the tires from The Flintstones. "All right, I guess, but it's the other direction from my other deliveries." Mickey grabbed Daniel by the shoulder and whispered, "You don't know how lucky you are if you take this." "Huh? Why?" "The girl who lives there--all by herself, by the way--is--what's that Mexican phrase?--'muy caliente'. Smokin' hot. And she answers the door in her UNDERWEAR. See through underwear. She is one horny chica." Even at his young age, Daniel's BS detector went off. "Oh, come on. That only happens in the movies," he whispered back, although he didn't really know why it was necessary to