Jerry Brandon

“Now ‘means’ is how she died, the method. Her throat was slashed with a knife. Blood everywhere. What kind of human would do something so horrible to their mate?”
“Precisely, much too messy,” Winston said. “Why not use a gun? Very impersonal. Something simple, like a Smith and Wesson thirty-eight revolver.”
“My Fresno human had the Revolver album,” said Meatloaf. “H played it a lot. He said he Beatles explored new ground with their work.”
“A gun?” I said. “Too loud. The neighbors would hear and call the cops.”
“What about hitting her on the head?” asked Gizmo. “That’s quiet. Messy, maybe - but quiet.”
Meatloaf spoke up again. “I been hit with a newspaper, it makes a loud sound. Whack! Right on the butt.”
“A crowbar. Silent but deadly.”
“Who carries a crowbar? It would be something like a tire iron.”
“Or a golf club.”
“Everybody around here plays golf.”
The pack nodded.”
― Jerry Brandon, A Howl In The Night