Four five-star Yelp reviews do you little good when you’re nailed inside a giant barrel of whiskey, which is where our intrepid private detective Barry finds himself while on the case to help his campy drag friends, all of whom have numerous secrets to hide. <br><br>If he can decide between the man he once loved and the bartender he’s falling for, successfully stay undercover as his alter-ego, Mary, Queen of Scotch, and keep one step ahead of the bad guys, plus a raucously funny meddling mom, he just might live to see that much-desired fifth review.

Mary, Queen of Scotch

Oh, and as an FYI, Arthur was seeing all of this. I now had a stashed cam in every wig I owned. Was Chad a cheater? Who knew? Was I a whore? Well, he had that on tape, so, yes. Thankfully, sluttiness wasn’t a crime so much as an addiction. As to the key I’d stolen, no, he didn’t know about that. I wasn’t staring down as I pocketed it. For now, that was my bit of knowledge and mine alone. Best to have some leverage, I figured.


My second number was to Gaga’s “Poker Face.” I’d stopped by a magic shop on my way to Macy’s, all pre-lipstick and pre-rouge-like. This time, instead of blood spurting out of my padded chest, cards shot from my sleeves, hundreds of them, a waterfall that blurred me from the audience. It was a cheap if not affective trick. The tips paid for it all, and then some. Gays seem to love ingenuity. Yippy for us.


Chapter 21