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You think about how you wanted to surprise your wife with flowers and fine dining, and how you might have to move those plans yet-a-fucking-gain because people can't stop trying to undermine your burgeoning criminal empire. You know, on some level, that it's almost impossible to have it all - an iron grip on the town, a trusted circle of friends, a wife you're devoted to... but you want it. You want it so bad you can taste it. And you are not a quitter. You love her and you'll figure it out.
She is not your wife before the Lord and the law - but, it's not like criminals like you have any use for the law. Between the two of you, and amonst your associates, she is yours and you are hers.
Besides, even if two women could marry, you think her journalist career would suffer a bit too much from a public association with the Typewriter, one of the most notorious mobsters in the city.

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However, you've got to figure out what to do with this guy first. Before his words devolved into screams, you got a good idea of what he did and why. The plan was to disable your rum runner - the vehicle would be totaled, the girl would be dead or alive (but prefferably dead), and the whiskey would spill all over the road. In the confusion, the gang he belongs to - The Cutshots - would step in to fill the gap, supplying the speakeasies you have a rapport with with their own booze.
You need to retaliate.
But first, where do you hide the body?
>A: Get someone to dump it in the quarry outside of town. It will lessen how many people you have at your disposal for a few hours, so you'd have fewer people to retaliate with if you want to do it immediately. However, strategy might combat that, and the Cutshots (or anyone else) won't know you've caught the guy so the element of surprise will be with you.
>B: Get someone to stash it in the city somewhere. You'll get your people back way faster, but the police might stumble on the corpse - thus alerting the Cutshots. The element of surprise might or might not be with you.
>C: Get someone to dump it on the Cutshots' front fucking doorstep. This is open warfare, and you're not in the vicinity of subtle, nor are you in the vicinity of fucking around.
>Write in/Other:

C

C

A. Being thorough pays off, and so does keeping some people in reserve should the retaliation not go as planned.

Other: Mix up some sulfuric acid and mid-grade hydrogen peroxide to make piranha solution and turn the corpse into an unidentifiable slurry of post-organic muck.

T: Terror has a time and a place, but the element of surprise is too precious to lose. Then put together a small team. Did you get the place where this scumbag was supposed to meet the cutshots? I'd set up an ambush and gun them all down before they even know you're there.

>>907362
Oops, meant A.

... Well, you're unloved by every god-fearing bigot-loving average joe in 1920's America. And 1920's America isn't exactly stocked up on Facebook. Might as well play the part.

[Insert disgusting serial killer procedure here] Have your men take one piece each and bury them in a random location - not like you care if your mooks get caught by the cops.

Oh and find out if he has a ring. You murdered him, might as well steal one from him. You're married, you need to show it before some idiot lieutenant, police or mob, starts hitting on you.

>>907354
C, hell get a couple of your people to hurl this fucker through the window of whatever place the Cutshots hang out, followed closely with a pipe-bomb or two. Message sent loud and clear, plus you probably spook and injure a few of their side.

C. Fuck subtlety, let's go wild.

C. You want respect? You have to show these bozos they can't cross you without consequences.