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Hi, I’m Alice, personal protection specialist.
The key to my success has been keeping a low profile.
But when the mobster’s brother I was protecting got pureed by a tomato truck before he could testify in court, the internet turned “me” into a “meme.” I needed to lay low. And when you have nowhere left to go, that’s where you go: Nowhere, Nevada, a small town trying to make a name for itself with Big Things. Like the world's biggest lawn flamingo, corkscrew, pizza cutter... Ahh, home, not-so-sweet home.
I arrived just in time to trip over another dead body.
All the clues point to my brother, Charlie, being the bad guy. Some folks might call Charlie a slacker, just because he has no steady job, forgot to pay taxes and lost the family home, and now lives in a treehouse. He’s freewheeling, but my little bro’s no killer.
I need to prove Charlie’s innocence, but my specialty is counter-surveillance, not amateur detective work. And Nowhere’s not making my job any easier. The hitman I’m evading may be geriatric, but he can still aim. There’s a persistent reporter dogging my heels, and a sexy PI I’m not sure I want to dodge. Can I clear my little brother and avoid becoming Nowhere’s next Big Fatality?
An alternative cover edition for this ASIN can be found here.
Hi, I’m Alice, personal protection specialist.
The key to my success has been keeping a low profile.
But when the mobster’s brother I was protecting got pureed by a tomato truck before he could testify in court, the internet turned “me” into a “meme.” I needed to lay low. And when you have nowhere left to go, that’s where you go: Nowhere, Nevada, a small town trying to make a name for itself with Big Things. Like the world's biggest lawn flamingo, corkscrew, pizza cutter... Ahh, home, not-so-sweet home.
I arrived just in time to trip over another dead body.
All the clues point to my brother, Charlie, being the bad guy. Some folks might call Charlie a slacker, just because he has no steady job, forgot to pay taxes and lost the family home, and now lives in a treehouse. He’s freewheeling, but my little bro’s no killer.
I need to prove Charlie’s innocence, but my specialty is counter-surveillance, not amateur detective work. And Nowhere’s not making my job any easier. The hitman I’m evading may be geriatric, but he can still aim. There’s a persistent reporter dogging my heels, and a sexy PI I’m not sure I want to dodge. Can I clear my little brother and avoid becoming Nowhere’s next Big Fatality?