My name is Eufrasia Canelli but everybody calls me Effie. I come from a big Italian family with big hearts, big appetites, and an even bigger bankroll that’s cleverly hidden from the IRS.
I’m not married to the mob, I was born into it. Just last year, I was laid off from my career at a tech company and in an effort to keep from moving back home—I went crawling to the biggest crime lord I know—my Uncle Jimmy.
He gave me two options: Dance at his strip club—or hunt down his enemies.
Seeing that I’m no fan of public nudity, I opted...
My name is Eufrasia Canelli but everybody calls me Effie. I come from a big Italian family with big hearts, big appetites, and an even bigger bankroll that’s cleverly hidden from the IRS.
I’m not married to the mob, I was born into it. Just last year, I was laid off from my career at a tech company and in an effort to keep from moving back home—I went crawling to the biggest crime lord I know—my Uncle Jimmy.
He gave me two options: Dance at his strip club—or hunt down his enemies.
Seeing that I’m no fan of public nudity, I opted for murder.
Let’s just say my mortality rate so far is nil.
Okay, so I’m not a straight shot but my Uncle Jimmy doesn’t seem to mind and I’m still raking in enough money to keep a roof over my head.
I also took a part-time job at a local bakery. Not only do I get to satisfy my sweet tooth for free but I get a decent cover when I’m asked about my employment.
My uncle has a new assignment for me—one that I would do anything to get out if I could. But as it stands, my own neck is on the line. To complicate matters, my uncle has given me yet another hit for the haunted month of October. It’s double for my trouble and my luck is just about to run out.
To top things off, a body turns up at a spooky restaurant called the Tavern of Terror and you won’t believe who’s sitting on top of the suspect list. At this point I’d welcome a hot date with the boogie man.
I guess it’s true what they say—living in Honey Hollow can be murder.
