Bourbon Street Blues

Ah, the French Quarter. The smell of fried fish and fresh coffee. The harlequin tchotckes and flammable drinks. The lazy days, wild nights, and hot muscle boys stuffing five-dollar bills into your thong. Welcome to New Orleans, Scotty Bradley style. Native boy Scotty knows how to bend his hometown's every unwritten rule. It doesn't hurt that he's buff, boyish, and completely irresistible, with a job by day as a personal trainer... and the occasional night gig dancing on the bar for rent money. But Scotty finds big trouble when he discovers one of his best clients in front of his Decatur Street apartment, shot through the head, execution style. It's even more problematic when his friend Jeremy, he of the disappearing act a year ago, reappears briefly in the bar, begging Scotty to take care of a computer disk for him and spouting something crazy about people being after him. And things get really, really bad when everyone from the cops--who don't believe anything Scotty says--to a shadowy man claiming to be an FBI agent is tailing Scotty's every move, waiting for a chance to arrest him...or worse. Now, with help from his best friend David and gorgeous new lover who just happens to be a cat burglar of the real and not-Cary Grant variety, Scotty's diving into a web of tawdry Southern secrets that stretches all the way to a corrupt political machine whose members would do anything and use anyone to get to Scotty and that disk. Suddenly, the Big Easy's liveliest gay celebration has just taken on a sinister glow, and Scotty's carefree living is turning into a desperate race for his life.