That Kind of Funeral

Rain. Mud. A pine box lowered into the ground under someone else’s name.

Tommy thought he’d planned the perfect disappearance. Frank was gone, the crew was confused, and the only person who knew the truth was Gina—the boss’s widow with a smile sharp enough to cut glass.

But in this world, secrets don’t stay buried. Jimmy, the old hand with a long memory, starts asking the wrong questions—and every answer Tommy gives only tightens the noose.

A fast, hard-boiled noir short story of loyalty, lust, and the moment you realize you were never the one holding the strings.