Mobsters for the Holidays by Beth Mathison

Author:Beth Mathison [Mathison, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crime
Publisher: Untreed Reads Publishing
Published: 2014-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

A Mobster’s Gift on Father’s Day

“It’s a tie,” Charlie said, shaking the small slim box. “It’s got to be a tie.”

“A tie on Father’s Day,” Harry said, snorting with laughter. “That’s too obvious. I don’t think Mary Charlotte gave Uncle Frank a tie for Father’s Day. He’s not even her father.”

“Maybe it’s a firearm,” Charlie said, holding the box up to the light. “Or bullets.”

Harry reached over and grabbed the gift box. He shook it. “It’s way too light for a gun, you moron,” Harry said. “Besides, what would Uncle Frank need with a firearm? He’s so old he can’t see two feet in front of him, much less hit a target.”

Uncle Frank was stretched out on a lounge chair, head back and fedora covering his face. Despite the summer heat, he wore dark dress pants, black dress shoes polished so they shone, and a long-sleeved button-down shirt. Everyone assumed he was sleeping since he hadn’t moved for an hour.

Uncle Tommy was at the grill holding a spatula that looked tiny in his huge hand. An apron with the words “King of the Grill” barely fit over his large frame. His suit was spotless, muscles straining against the fabric.

Harry and Charlie sat next to a bucket filled with beer and ice. They were flipping playing cards into a bowl on the patio floor. They both wore golf outfits complete with polyester pants, nylon shirts, and baseball caps.

Jeremy sat at the table under the umbrella, trying to stay out of the sun.

“Uncle Frank was never a firearm kind of guy anyways,” Harry said. “He was always a man of his word, not his fist.”

“I saw him shoot a duck once,” Charlie said. He shivered. “It was horrendous.”

“You’re telling us Uncle Frank shot a duck?” Jeremy asked.

Charlie nodded. “It was at the park a few years ago. I was waiting at a park bench with him. He was meeting Vito Spumoni to discuss family business. Uncle Frank was sitting there; calm as pie, then he pulled out a .38 and shot a duck right in the foot. I’ve never seen a duck fly away so fast in my life.”

“So, you saw Uncle Frank shoot and miss a duck?” Harry clarified.

“Well, there wasn’t any blood or anything,” Charlie said. “It was gruesome just the same. There were duck feathers everywhere. I was going to chase after it to see if it was all right, but Vito showed up and we had to conduct business. I think we were talking about a shipment of frozen yogurt that fell off a plane.”

“The yogurt fell off a plane?” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah, that surprised me too,” Charlie said. “Normally things fall off of trucks. I don’t know how Vito acquired a case of yogurt that fell out of a plane. You think it would have been squashed to kingdom come.”

Uncle Tommy gave a small sigh and turned on the grill’s burners.

“Here’s the burgers!” Aunt Shirley exclaimed, stepping out to the patio from the kitchen. She shut the sliding glass door behind her, balancing a large tray piled high with patties.

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