While cleaning out a vacated rental property in Southwest Philadelphia, Samuel Conts is surely ready to eighty-six the usual old sweaters infested with bed bugs, contractor bags full of nastiness and stench, and stain-ridden mattresses crying out for a quick death. But what he doesn’t expect to find is a shoebox filled with cash, an old revolver, and a transcript of a conversation which could lead to solving one of the biggest mysteries in U.S. history. No worries. He’ll call upon his cocaine-addicted investigator buddy to help him out. All good. As it happens, people in the know about what really occurred in Dallas on that world-changing morning in 1963 are finally willing to talk . . . and talk . . . and talk some more. A former director of the CSP who’s losing his sanity by the day, a courageous phone operator now working at a Dallas hardware store, and the brother of an ex-mafia hitman all help to expose the facts ignored by the Warren Commission and the House Select Committee on Assassinations in 1978. Conspiratorial in nature, several well-known and now commonly accepted truths about the assassination of JFK will be revealed in very odd, but real ways. As will the identity of “Patient X.” There will be blood. And cocaine. And a dog. Sam and his buddy Steve will both have to face their own inner demons and insecurities while outsmarting elements of the U.S. government that are highly motivated to shut them the hell down to keep the past in the past.