Wandering laughed and laughed. The tide was finally turning.
"It's shame, though," he said, to vudu's dead body. I thought you were a godfather. If I knew you were the rat, I would've just used one of the many rat traps I have in the store.
"....Not that I, uh, have a pest problem."
Suddenly, a look of fear struck Wandering's face. Now that vudu was gone, he would surely be taken out by the mafia. He needed protection.
That's when he spotted his favorite customer.
"Mystic Gohan! I don't trust vudu. I think his last minute confession was really a ruse designed by the kaplans to throw us off their trail. I still believe you're innocent. Listen, though, I need your help. I fear my life may be in danger. I need you to stand by my door all night and make sure no one, you know, kills me. I'll give you my shotgun. If you do this, I will pay you handsomly and be eternally grateful.
"Will you help me out?"