A one-of-a-kind piece of jewelry the company had lent my artist was stolen during a performance.
The good news: we had a lead.
We knew the woman was a regular at a certain nightclub.
The bad news: joining me on our undercover investigation were my unhinged artist and two psychiatric patients.
Of those three, one wore huge pink SpongeBob shorts, one dressed as a Calabash Brother, and the other climbed onto roofs for no reason.
The boss decided they all had something special and hired them as male hosts.
And me, the only normal person in a proper suit…
I became a waiter.