Part 7 of 9 - The Mysterious Man

It's over in a flash, his brains decorating the wall behind him. The corpulent shell slumps awkwardly off the stool. Papers that his fat, greasy hands were resting on go sliding and fluttering off the bar.  The dame in the corner barely suppresses a scream.  The barkeep stares slack-jawed as the bourbon bottle shatters on the floor.  They both think they're next.  Gotta do something about that.