Righter

<p>I thought I knew the dirt about an old Hollywood crime a murder that was covered up by crooked cops and the studio. I decided to write a tell-all about the murder hoping to flush out the killer who was responsible for the assault of a dear friend. I used a pen name so nobody would think that Mike Braddock Hollywood's ex-leading man was Micki Bradford the Queen of Suspense.</p><p> </p><p>I didn't count on the book taking off like a rocket or the cops coming to my door demanding to know how I knew the details about that old murder. I didn't count on being in demand as a conference speaker--well not me Mike but me Micki being in demand.</p><p> </p><p>And I sure didn't count on going to a writer's conference in drag to help find the killer and right an old wrong. I wasn't too worried. I was an actor after all. I could pull off a couple of days pretending to be a woman.</p><p> </p><p>Right?</p>