Hard to believe the proprietor of such a kitschy little bar used to work for the mob. But I guess that’s the point of witness relocation.
Unfortunately for the bartender formerly known as Michael Nicoletta an old friend of the “Family” recognized him.
Didn’t take long for me to get the call after that. I’m the exterminator called in to deal with rats. Feel ridiculous in my Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, but helps people not remember my face.
I sit in the corner ‘til I’m the last customer. Then I make sure I’m the very last customer of Michael Nicoletta.
This is my attempt at the Friday Fictioneers challenge to write a 100 word short story based on the image. You can find quite a few other contributions here.