Bloodbath at the Rainbow Room

Please note: This puzzle includes a handout, the plastic bag you received with this round's course materials. The entire wedding party (except the groom, the poor sap) is in the bag. People with food allergies should exercise caution when handling this handout.

The Boss's daughter was getting married. He wasn't too happy about it, but that's because her fiancé wasn't a made man. He was one of those crazy uptight Englishmen, with a touch of the Scots thrown in. But the Don was letting it happen, 'cause he loved his daughter and the boy made her happy.

When the day of the wedding arrived, the setup was the same as it always was: bodyguards leading the way in red, followed by all the other men in orange, the women in yellow, the girls in green, and the boys in blue. The ceremony was beautiful-it even brought a tear to the Don's eye. That's why it was a crying shame when a shot came out of the crowd and popped the groom. "Heh heh," thought the Don. "I guess he's a made man after all."

The new widow was crying, but not too hard. After all, this was the fourth time this had happened to her this year. As for everyone else… well, each family was filled with a different emotion. After a moment of silence, the guests stood up to leave, collecting their gifts as they went. "Why wait around for another hit?" they reasoned. One death per wedding was enough.

First to exit the room was the bride's uncle and aunt on her mom's side, Tony and Anabella Aglieri, and their kids, little Richie and Gwen. They took their baroque inlaid table with them, figuring there'd be another wedding soon enough. Guido, Tony's bodyguard, waved his pistol as he left, daring anyone to try a number on his charges. Next in line was the Boss's brother and his wife-Georgie Pinzolo and his wife, Maria-and their little brats Sammy and Johnny, covered by Vinnie, who was bawling his eyes out all over his machine gun. They filed out somberly with their electric eggbeater, realizing that the whole rigmarole was likely to happen all over again next month, when the bride-elect found a new man to go gaga over.

The groom's dad's dad, Justin Poindexter-Barrett, was the next to collect his gift and take off. "Rest in peace, sonny," he said, as he and his wife Nicole walked out of the room with the antique candelabra they'd gotten for the newlyweds. The sobbing widowed maternal grandmother of the groom, Bonnie McCall, escorted by her brother-in-law Ewan, groped for the haggis she'd made for the wee ones and handed it to the Boss as they left, knowing that if it wasn't eaten soon it would taste terrible.

Then came the moment of truth. The Don knew from past experience that the killer or killers always stayed in the room to make sure their handiwork was noted and appreciated. At his daughter's previous weddings, they had been able to isolate a particular clothing choice of the guilty party after all the innocents had left. The Boss hoped the same would be true in this case. He mentally sorted everyone who was still in the room into groups, depending on who they were (bodyguard, man, woman, girl, or boy), and then alphabetized them by family.

"Aha!" said the Boss after a moment, and he signaled to his lackey to dash over… "Now we know what the killer is wearing."