neighbors heard them screaming at each other. it was nothing new or unusual. but, then they heard the gun go off. boom, boom.  both barrels.
when the patrolman got here she was trying to put his head back together. she was crying too hard to say anything. crime of passion.
this is a done deal. all but the paperwork.
what kind of question is that? huh? he's dead. his wife killed him. there it is. that's all. anything else has nothing to do with nothing.
you and your fucking questions, somerset. i'm glad i'm getting rid of you today. you know that, you fuck?