Winding Up Strangers in Bars
Meet Foster Revell (if that is his real name), your tour guide through a demimonde marked by wars within wars, awash with secret societies, haunted by a spate of mysterious banker suicides, and peopled with outcasts who know where to get counterfeit passports and genuine Xanax on short notice; a world where the Beatles may or may not have been members of warring furtive cabals and where the cloaked vestiges of an ancient European royal house plot to control every financial, political and religious institution. There's also lots of Jameson. Probably gallons of it.
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