A Honky Tonk Night and Murder

I'm tone deaf, I have no sense of rhythm, and yet I'm allowed to sing karaoke, occasionally, while solving murders in Po'thole aka Pothole to anyone north of the Florida Georgia state line. Locals call it Po Ho.

My childhood friend and local politician is found murdered. In her living room where her family couch still has plastic covers on it as an homage to her late mother. She died back in the 60's.

I'm Parker Bell and I thought crazy only existed in large cities. I was wrong. Crazy oozed o...