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

And things were about to get a hell of a lot worse.


I sent the filing cabinet swipe to the lab. I’d never had to use them before. It was a resource offered by my school, and it didn’t come cheap. I called Arthur. “You’re getting charged for some lab work,” I told him.


“You catch some sort of venereal disease?” he said. “Not surprised.”


I was liking the old man less and less, and I didn’t like him all that much from the get-go. “I’m not sure what your husband is up to, but I may have a lead on something.”


Then what?I hadn’t a clue. I mean, I had a clue, but I needed him to pay for said clue. Only thing was, I didn’t want to tell him what I was investigating since it was no longer his husband’s possible cheating, per se. I mean, I was still investigating Chad, just not for what he was paying me to investigate. Or maybe it was. Who knew?


Chapter 32