Big Charlene's Weight-loss Supper Club and Taxi Dancing: a Twisting Creek Mystery

How did I wind up in a Kentucky jail cell? I can?t put all the blame on Angela Van Landingham. She had her own brand of wickedness?I?m not talking here about her frilly pink handcuffs and tantric love collars?but she?s not the one who made me fat. I did that to myself. And how did being fat land me in jail? Because I didn?t go to Mexico, as I?d planned. That?s where I was headed when I fled from New York, only I made a little detour. If I?d stayed on course and made it to the border, everything would be different now. But I was fat, and I didn?t go to Mexico. And now look where I am. Okay, so I robbed her restaurant. She deserved that. But I didn?t kill her.