Queen of Hearts
In the early 1960s, she was known as Frankie St. Clair—a showgirl with a sharp tongue, sharper eyeliner, and a heart only one man ever held. When he was murdered in a rigged poker game, something inside her snapped. She disappeared from Vegas and reemerged as a contract killer with a calling card: heart tattoos on her cheeks and piercing pink eyes. They called her the Queen of Hearts. She never missed, never stayed, and never spoke of love again. Gunned down in a 1976 shootout outside an Amarillo dive bar, she died smiling. Legend says her last words were, “He finally folded.”
In the early 1960s, she was known as Frankie St. Clair—a showgirl with a sharp tongue, sharper eyeliner, and a heart only one man ever held. When he was murdered in a rigged poker game, something inside her snapped. She disappeared from Vegas and reemerged as a contract killer with a calling card: heart tattoos on her cheeks and piercing pink eyes. They called her the Queen of Hearts. She never missed, never stayed, and never spoke of love again. Gunned down in a 1976 shootout outside an Amarillo dive bar, she died smiling. Legend says her last words were, “He finally folded.”
In the early 1960s, she was known as Frankie St. Clair—a showgirl with a sharp tongue, sharper eyeliner, and a heart only one man ever held. When he was murdered in a rigged poker game, something inside her snapped. She disappeared from Vegas and reemerged as a contract killer with a calling card: heart tattoos on her cheeks and piercing pink eyes. They called her the Queen of Hearts. She never missed, never stayed, and never spoke of love again. Gunned down in a 1976 shootout outside an Amarillo dive bar, she died smiling. Legend says her last words were, “He finally folded.”