Bubbles...really?
Pretty creepy stuff. Having a glass of wine, candles, music, conversation, then “Hey...check out this body in my closet...”
I’m thinking stripper/escort name?
Bubbles.... I stopped reading at that point
Oh come on. Who among us doesn’t have a friend named Bubbles?
What kind of mother names her daughter Bubbles?
Surely someone named Mario Villalobos should have chosen a girlfriend called Burbujas, not Bubbles.
She kicked his dog....
Villalobos is seriously demented or has an uncontrollable temper that needs medical treatment. He knew that he was now deeply in trouble. I think the fact that he showed ‘Bubbles’ the corpse and didn’t turn her into a second corpse for his collection meant he was ready to give up and was asking for help to deal with this great grand mess. He was still there, at the kitchen table waiting for the cops. Sad but lethal.
Reminds me a bit of the Ira Einhorn case.
Man, I would never do that. Guests might want to hang their coats up, f’Petessake! That’s what the chest freezer in the garage is for.
Hope the police are checking whether mebbe this was not Mario’s first rodeo...
ping
Blondes named ‘Bubbles’, when you tire of squeezing blackheads.