JUST WHO IS ELLIOT SHALLOT

 JUST WHO IS ELLIOT SHALLOT has been published - A con man scams a lady but who scams the con man and who will end up dead. 

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SHORT BLURB:

Matt is a con man. And he’s a good one. But this time he’s picked the wrong mark. Maria’s mum has just handed over a priceless heirloom and the consequences are devastating. Now Maria needs to find Matt and recover the necklace before the head of the Family takes control. Although willing to allow Maria time, Family Boss Gianni has a backup plan. And from his villa on the shores of Lake Como, he’s putting it into action. When Matt is shot, he convinces Elliot to help him but has he made another mistake.

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