The Country Western Corpse - Charlene Torkelson - Bog

THE COUNTRY WESTERN CORPSE Papa's was huge. The parking lot itself was mammoth in size but once a person entered the double doors at the end of the sloping walk ramp, the inside was breathtaking. Tonight the room was empty except for a few uniformed police peering into the corners of the darkened room and a team of medics lifting a body onto a gurney. What exactly had happened in the hours before when this person now dead had been laughing and dancing? And who was this mysterious cowboy who died with his dancing boots on?