I’m Floyd—no last name needed—and I’m a P.I. The only other thing you need to know about me is I’m not an Elvis impersonator. I live my life fast and hard and yes, in sequined jumpsuits, but more importantly I live my life the way Elvis would have wanted me to. It was a tip that the King was still alive and living under an assumed name that brought me to Kresge, Wyoming. But there’s something bigger than Elvis going on here. I’ve been beaten by an acrobatic bartender, roped into the search for a missing councilman, fallen for a bearded lady, and threatened by men in black. Half of my leads look like dead celebrities. The other are refugees from a broken-down circus or Viking wannabes. I’m in Crazytown, USA, but I can’t leave. Not yet. If I don’t find the missing councilman soon, Kresge will be turned into a Danish-themed amusement park. I’ve never been so close to finding Elvis. And I need to know if my new self-appointed sidekick James Morrison is really who he claims to be…
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