The good guys and the bad guys were on the back of the boat and I swear I only turned my back for a MINUTE but when I came back, they'd killed Mozart.
He was gone, anyway, and the fishline was spooling out behind the boat. We couldn't do anything, said the main bad guy. It all happened so fast.
I was silent for a moment. Your master plan is lacking. But your MYSTERY plan - now, that shows promise. My quick eye had caught a parchment in tupperware. They were going to affix it to the line and say it was the only retrievable item from Mozart's drowning, that his body was lost but they'd found the parchment he was grasping. His last words. I read it; it was some bullshit about Napoleon. Whatever, it's your fake murder. I went back to the front of the boat, disgusted.