In this first-person comical novella, Linc is a former hockey star forced to leave his beloved game when his gay sexual orientation becomes known in a spectacularly embarrassing way. Never one to wallow in despair, Linc relocates to Florida to work as a bartender for an old friend and mentor.
Soon he decides it would be interesting to apply for a private investigator’s license so he can work cases on the side. A case drops into his lap immediately. A wealthy lady wants photographic proof of her husband’s infidelity. Linc does his utmost to get the job done – going to some outrageously funny and far-fetched lengths. But he is foiled every time by the husband’s handsome, super-competent bodyguard Brady, who finds Linc amusing and increasingly attractive.
Bartender PI is a total delight to read, and its strength lies in the very literal perspective of Linc. Our hero isn’t stupid because he manages to figure out the real story behind the increasingly bizarre case. But he’s no intellectual either.
He has a hilarious tendency toward malapropisms in the grand tradition of Yankees ballplayer Yogi Berra (who famously said, “It ain’t over till it’s over.”) My favorite Linc-ism is his description of a yacht: “It looked like it could move like greased light bulbs,” but I also loved, “I had to piss like a seahorse.” Meanwhile, the chemistry between Linc and Brady is very strong, and watching their relationship evolve is a treat. The mystery itself has a surprising twist, and while the subsequent actions of Linc and Brady are a little over-the-top, it fits in with the fast-paced, comical feel of the story.