Not too long after the deaths of Staeg and theomoaner, you guys decided to move the the balcony for drinks, in hope of lowering the last scum's inhibitions and catching them out.
Throughout your whole conversation, Gila was pretty quiet. She'd gone to the toilet quite a few times too.
Suddenly, somebody suggested to Riggs: "Hey don't you think your lover looks like the other murderer?"
"N-no...no way!" Riggs was unconvinced.
"You sure man? She sure seems suspicious. She hasn't said anything, and she keeps leaving."
"Yeah I noticed that too, you reckon she's planning something behind our backs?"\
"That's enough guys, can you please stop spreading rumours about my lover behind
her
back?"
...
The bickering continued.
As you fed GNR more wine, he became more and more convinced.
"Shit. Shit I should have known. Holy cow...no...I don't wanna believe dis..."
He was in a crazed stupor.
And you convinced him to kill himself for the greater good.
GNR climbed over the railing of the balcony, and jumped headfirst.
On the way down, he got caught in one of the branches, flipping him into the horizontal.
It denied him the instant death he would have otherwise had.
He landed chestfirst into a steel garden fencing post, tearing part of his heart and puncturing his lung.
His death was a gurgling, weezing one.
***
Gila was sick since lunch. She felt like crap. Must have been the bloody stake from Staeg. When She finally got whatever Salmonella out of her system it was late afternoon, and whatever happened was just a brush of confusion.
The sight of Rigg's blood soaked body...
Her lover. One and only.
She jumped, in a hurry to join GNR at the pearly gates.
At least God was merciful. She crushed her cranium and snapped her spine.
Death was instant, at the very least.
CRUNCH.