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

“Hey!” shouted Luna, then shrugged and went back to her drink.


“In any case,” continued Connie, “Auntie keeps us in the dark about her operation. We all know we’re being blackmailed. We all know our parts. But none of us knows what the others do, what Auntie really does. And, even if we did, there’s nothing we can do about it, because if Auntie goes to jail, all our secrets become public knowledge. Or worse, we all go to jail with her.” She glowered my way. “Been there, done that, Mary, and no thanks.” Her glass was empty. She rose to leave. The others did the same.


“For what?” said Maureen. “Connie is right. There is no way out of this. If Auntie goes down, we all go down. And while I usually so love going down…”


I again rose. “Look, for now, Auntie doesn’t know that we’re here meeting like this. If you all leave now, there’s no hope. So long as we stick together, there is.”


Chapter 63