The Bride Killer

“What went on here?” demanded the New York police captain. It was a reasonable question. The room had two men shot dead, two more wounded, a thirty-two-year-old playboy screaming in pain. Hank Tower’s answer captured the tale behind the carnage. “Oil and weddings don’t mix, Tom.” The story starts in a five-star Manhattan hotel where in front of over 200 people a rich bride sips her wedding champagne, vomits and dies. Her daughter believes the person the police have jailed is innocent and hires Hank Tower to find “Mom’s real killer.” The groom, an oil trader, tells Tower he didn't sign the pre-nup because “I need the money.” Did he poison his rich bride for it? An eighty-six-year old, retired attorney writes Hank Tower that he knows who the killer is, then disappears. The groom’s icy ex-wife is allowed to sit at the bride’s table. Why? Would she benefit from poisoning the bride? The groom’s eighty-two-year-old father is in love with the ex-wife of an embezzler. She has the stolen money while he’s in prison. Now, he’s out and he wants it. Will the eighty-two-year old kill to keep it? How does this cat’s cradle of complications prove “oil and weddings don’t mix?” Join Hank Tower and see if you can figure out who killed the bride.