After surviving the threat of a murderer and finding love with each other, George Martin and Mike Foster, best friends since childhood, are settling into a happy life. George's new promotion to the youngest captain in the Jacksonville Sheriff's Office keeps him busy, and his current case is no exception. The body of a fifty-year-old drag queen is found in the locked dressing room of a bar.<br><br>As George delves into the subsequent murder investigation, he uncovers a dangerous trail of murdered drag queens and young gay men that intersects with another case involving porn films, torture, and worse. He struggles to make sense of the murders, but it's Mike who asks the question that leads to a break in the case.

Drag and Drop

“It’s too late for a mall,” Jim said. “Lieutenant, where’s the nearest Walmart?”


“Go back to Colonial Drive, that is, SR-50, and west to John Young Parkway. It’s a major thoroughfare, and you can’t miss it. Turn right—north—on John Young Parkway, and there’s a Walmart near its intersection with Princeton Street.”


“Socks, underwear, tee, and a shirt, please,” Carl said. “And some shaving gear and Right Guard.”


“You can use my shaving gear, if you like,” I said.


“Okay, no shaving gear, just Right Guard and a toothbrush,” Carl said. He handed Jim his car keys.


“The deputy knows your sizes?” Clarence said.


“He’s not really a deputy,” I said. “He’s Carl’s partner and just came along for the ride. I thought the special deputy badge might impress somebody at the bar.”


“A gay lieutenant and a gay detective,” Clarence said. “That’s pretty diverse.”


“Like you,” I said, “Carl isn’t out. I know, and his sergeant knows, but that’s all for the moment.”


Chapter 7