I’m pissed-off with a wound in my shoulder after enjoying a night of stiff drinks with her.

I was fatheaded to think she was too beautiful to ever use the shiv she carried on my back.

She seemed to be the right hardboiled dame for a one-night stand who could also be trusted to drive my get-away Caddy at high speeds.


She was highly regarded in the conspiracy plans of organized crime and

I foolishly believed she could murder my friend who ratted on me without leaving a trace.


Little did I know a partner in crime can always be bought off at a higher price.

A witness to a crime is never safe—too many eyes and ears to what took place on that rainy night.

I warned her about playing craps: Gamblers never win.

I ain’t going up the river again to take the rap for her!