Weird Wednesday: Death Dealer, Death Delayed

The shotgun Lee had stolen from that guy
Who'd beaten him at poker long ago,
Turned out to be -- and this is not a lie --
Miraculous. It didn't take long, no
To see how each foul crime Lee undertook
Seemed doomed to end with discharging that gun
Into someone that knew he was a crook
And sought to foil him. A few shots, then run
And leave his adversary dying there
Was all he had to do. And when there came
The medics, drivers, doctors, those who dare
To steal death's victims, it would end the same:
All efforts that were made for to extend
Lee's enemies lives postponed Lee's own end!

Mystery Monday: An Interesting Investment Opportunity

How had he made his money? No one knew,
But when his new consultancy hung out
A shingle, with results too great for true
Credulity, no one could talk about
One other thing. Soon nearly everyone
In their exclusive neighborhood had placed
Their finances in Bif's hands. His new fund
Had made the rich more rich still, had outpaced
The famous ones. Meanwhile, more locally,
Kidnappings up and down the coast had leant
A frisson to their days. Bif charged no fee
Which left them liquid when those notes were sent
Demanding ransoms. Never was there made
Connection 'twixt these facts, as all got paid.