From the Heart of the Alaskan Mafia

Don Uccello slammed his fist on the desk, then pointed a finger at his goon. “You weren’t supposed to kill the Vincetti brothers! That's the last thing we needed after Mamma Vincetti's death!”

The goon threw up his arms. He'd only been following orders. “You said to get rid of the pallbearers! They was the only pallbearers at the funeral, boss.”

“Polar bears! I said polar bears, you moron!” Uccello cradled his head in his hands. “Dammit, Guido, it’s bad enough we got arctic death machines roaming around munching on the elderly. Now I gotta cover up a murder too!”