Elvis’s had the most recognized name in the world. His first name drew people to his concerts like metal scrapings to a magnet. He was every promoter’s dream. He was magnetic, handsome and talented, and after twenty years of making movies and performing in front of thousands of his fans he had everything a man could want. He had done it and he had it all. He had nothing more to prove. As time went on he began to hate his lifestyle. After twenty years It became repetitious to the extreme. His fame locked him in his home, He couldn’t leave his house to go to go to a ballgame, or a movie or to the local grocery store to buy a cigar. His fame made him a prisoner in his home, trapped and his fame bound him tighter than the chains of a felon.
Elvis had many millions of dollars in cash and in banks and he wanted to quit, to escape, but how could he do that when he was a money making machine to the movie studios, the record companies, the casinos? How could he escape? How could he regain his freedom and live a normal life like everyone else? The answer was simple. What if he faked his death? Was is possible he could he do that… escape? Was faking his death the means to free himself?
Genre: FICTION / Action & AdventureThe book was just published so it's too early for sales and ranking reports.
ONE
Queens, 1967
Big Red stood rooted to the spot under the lamplight looking at the empty lot where the world famous Starlight Club once stood. The remains of the legendary Club remained looking for a long time like a bombed out building during the big war. A silent sentinel, an eye saw that the city was tired of looking at. The site would have remained that way if not for the city inspectors who began to issue Red Fortunato a multitude of daily violation orders. He knew he deserved them but he hadn’t wanted the ruble removed until he had made up his mind what to do with the property. I guess he didn’t want the last few pieces of the Starlight Club to be removed from sight or memory. But Big Red was a realist. He knew that he had to do something constructive and soon if he didn’t want the violation orders to be converted by the city into large fines. He knew it was time to give his friend Nicky who owned a construction company a call. In fact Nicky’s company built the Spanish and the Ford pavilions at the 1965 World’s Fair for Big Red.
It was quite valuable and if he sold it, he would realize a profit in the millions. But money wasn’t important to Red. His many properties were worth millions. Besides his properties and the millions he had stashed in banks. he also had millions in cash hidden in locations known only to him. Uncertain as to what he would do he turned and walked back to the Corona Gentlemen’s Club.
When Red hung up the phone Nicky put all business aside and the following day he began to remove the last remnants of the Starlight Club. Red watched impassively as Nicky’s crew cleared the wreckage and debris that littered the large yawning plot of land on 111th Street and 43rd Avenue in Corona, Queens. Red thought that the neighborhood looked naked without the famous landmark, but he was still unsure what he would do with the property.
