“The bride wasn’t part of the deal.”
“How was I supposed to know she’d come out of the bathroom just as we’re icing her deadbeat husband?”
“What are you gonna do, ice her too?”
“Are you nuts, Joey? The boss has a whole new sideline in custom bitches. Dr. H cuts us a deal, and we make a profit on our witnesses instead of having to find a place to bury ‘em. The new missus here is gonna be a part of a custom order. The Sheik requested ten Tawny Caucus bitches for his son’s wedding, and she’ll be perfect once we get her and those bridesmaids injected, augmented and sleeved.”
“What about her rings and jewelry and shit?”
“Melt that down and have Nicky make it into her nametag. “Diamond” is a pretty name for a fuckmutt, right?”