Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix, No: 67: "The Priest."/Belize-Noir!
Everybody gets to die, everybody gets to KISS, everybody gets to LIE in the bed they make? Dead gal on a Belize City street:
I pretended to be a PRIEST, took Confession, THIS ONE, she didn't argue; I got the SMUCKS bank account number then sold it to the Chinese Mafia; they said it would help them invade Taiwan; I said, "whatever.". Invade with Incense sticks? Leave Belize alone?
Everybody gets to die, rich, worthless, Gringo-GAL trying to sell a cheap-ass Watch. I really wanted that Watch; my girlfriend also wanted one. I knew about her infidelity, HER dynamic, too and jealous husband so I blackmailed her for a weekend. She lived just across from the Belize river swing bridge and was out of Pearls? ...That's ME I guess?
Yet ANOTHER bozo? I finally gave her 2 tickets as recompense to keep her happy, out of my hair, for that ASTRO-thingy, flight tickets, UK, everything. We;d kind-a fallen in love?
She got killed in that famous concert, UK Crush? Her face was SO battered by stampeding concert-goers nobody bothered about her I.D. Belize gal. S-All they wrote!?
Everybody gets to die, unless it's MURDER. When it's Murder; it's Official!...Unless it's something else?
c2021, dave delacroix, Belize-Noir.
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