I'm a PI and I've got the biggest case of my life sitting right here in my hand. The eldest son of Marilyn Broussard, the newly deceased Mrs. Broussard, has hired me to make sure his mother had died legitimately. While checking out the mourners at the funeral, the woman approached me. She was a stunner and I knew she had something to do with this death.
I hadn't expected her to be the most deadly bartender in town though.
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This story in an earlier version was published in "Mystery Times" magazine and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
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