Midnight Louie, jet-black feline sleuth with an attitude, si on the prowl again--and this tme to a rock'n'roll soundtrack. Louie's human partner, Temple Barr, learns that the remodeling of a local hotel is being held up by a ghost--and no ordinary ghost at that. In fact, the workmen sware it's none otyher than that jumpsuit-wearing King of Ronk'n'Roll, Elvis Presley. The opening of Las Vegas's first Elvis-themed attraction might explain this unscheduled appearance. But what of the death threats against the Priscilla Presley-esque daughter of Crawford Buchanan, Temple's professional enemy? And who is the late- night caller to Temple's former suitor, radio counselor Matt Devine, who sounds remarkably like the King of Rock 'N Roll? When a dead Elvis is found, the question is not only whodunit, and why, but who the dead man really is. Could the King himself have been hiding behind the guise of his own imitators, and is he really dead again, or for the first time . . . or not at all?