“This last guy,” Frank said, wrapping his hands around his coffee cup, “killed his wife with a length of rope. Strangled her right there in their home.”
Joe leaned in, always anxious to hear more.
“It wasn’t enough to simply strangle her,” Frank continued, “He had to dismember her as well. He wrapped each piece up in brown butcher’s paper and...”
Frank stopped, aware of Joe’s occupation. “Sorry,” he said.
“Don’t be,” Joe said, “the story’s getting good and butchers aren’t the only ones to use butcher’s paper.”