Prolog

The guy was an Elvis impersonator and his sister was more than a tad worried about his disappearance.

Dashille Adams, Private Investigator, wasn’t sure if it was her eyes with lashes down to her chin, the swallow of scotch he took, or the euphoric feeling he was getting from the Ashton VSG Illusion he was smoking…. Maybe it was the smell of the crisp hundred dollar bills she flashed blending nicely with the buttery plumes of smoke that made him decide to take the case.  Or maybe she just had nice gams.  Either way, he was on it, in more ways than one.

Just because he had worked in the music racket a few years back didn’t mean that he could find this dames brother – even if the guy was a dead ringer for the King Of Rock.

Dashille Adams was scratching his head whilst puffin on his stogie about this one.  Yep, there was something very fishy about this case…