Music to go along! The riddle is in the Film Noir style in the voice of a gruff PI. Read it aloud with the music for extra fun!
I sweated through my shirt waiting for a wrench jockey when a looker I had dealings with came through the door. She didn't seem phased by the heat or the smell. She was worried about some trouble with her sister; aparently, calling the ditzy dame half baked would be generous, but she was family. I was hired to keep an eye out. The doc said my heart wasn't doing good, but this was a case I had to take. Her skin was like milk with freckles in all the right places; the picture did her no justice. An old PI like me has seen everything, but the chunky dish made my mouth water. I went up to her to introduce myself expecting a warm bowl of duck soup, but she was colder than the ice around her neck. I got a bit steamed by the whole thing, so I went to the bar for some water. My kidneys were already failing and their brand of eel juice wasn't my poison. When I turned back, she vanished before my eyes without a trace. Turns out she'd been chilled off. All the bulls found for the meat wagon was her bag, a few fresh cookies sitting at the bottom. I was fortunately able to snag them; a man's gotta get paid. The crime remains unsolved.
Who was the victim and how did she die?
I was off on an ing bing when the ice queen vanished. Hop in your iron and get the perp in stir.
Listen up, you clammed coppers, you bunch of corn drinkin' cats! It's gonna hit like chin music when you pull of your cheaters and look. The chick wasn't chippy, but what she left behind was.
Hint one is okay, but hint two is useful for multiple reasons.
It aint nose candy that's killing him, but it looks a lot like it... And Janes like her are full of it.