Elvis Sightings (An Elvis Sightings Mystery)

I’m Floyd—no last name needed, thanks—and I’m a P.I. The only other thing
you need to know about me is that 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. Honestly. With integrity. 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 happening out here. I’ve been beaten bloody by an acrobatic
bartender, roped into the search for a missing councilman, fallen for a bearded lady,
and threatened by men in black who really don’t want me poking my nose into the town’s
business. Half of my leads look like dead celebrities. The other half are either
refugees from a broken-down circus or spear-holding 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...