It was the match of the century for the prestigious Porous Pines Country Club. For the past decade, the professional champion Holin Wunn had dominated the tournaments throughout the region. His prowess as a pro resulted in awards, accolades and, of course, a lifestyle that most golfers only dream of. Wunn's tenacity on the tee and rigor in the rough were unchallenged by any man - but not so when it came to women.
For the past year, Birdie Bigelow, the undisputed women's regional champ had repeatedly issued a challenge to the legendary Wunn. She would (so she proclaimed) in match play, demonstrate that Wunn's stance to keep women out of men's tournaments was more the result of fear than fact.
"Golf is more brains than brawn," she told the press. "He might drive the ball farther, but no one can size up a course like I can." With pressure from all sides, Wunn finally agreed to the head-to-head confrontation. The date of the match was set. Reporters gushed over a legendary battle of the sexes to settle the matter once and for all. It would be 18 holes of golf that would go down in the annals of the game.
After 17 holes, Wunn was up-1. That's when it became dead-even. For as Wunn teed up for the 18th hole, a deathly silence fell over the crowd. Just as his driver reached the zenith of its arc, Wunn released the club. His eyes rolled back in their sockets and he collapsed. All efforts to revive him failed. At first, observers feared a hidden medical problem had surfaced, yet police thought otherwise. They confirmed that the evidence pointed toward homicide.
Who would dare club to death the gender controversy with such irony? Why would they even putter around with such matters? Now, it would be necessary to trap a killer with a stroke of investigative genius.