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…81,000 words

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…81,000 words

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…81,000 words