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

Lastly, and shockingly, Jeff Sears (no relation), A.K.A. my fucking ex-boyfriend, had been arrested for drug dealing before we met and had served six months in prison. FYI, I had no idea. FYI, it never came up in conversation. FYI, Jeff Sears never did drugs while we were together. He never even drank. Jeff Sears was as all-American as you could get. He was the mayonnaise of the condiment section. He wasn’t a drug dealer. Well, of course, he was, but you’d never in a million years believe it. Me, I didn’t believe it. Or at least didn’t want to. Jeff. My Jeff! I was, to use one of those highfalutin words of mine, incredulous.


And now, now there was no coincidence. Now there was a clear connection. And here I was working with a drag queen band of criminals. I was Butch Cassidy, though far from butch. Bitch Cassidy. It’d make a great drag name, had I not already had a great drag name, on the long-side though it was.


Chapter 24