Trust no one.
Everyone, and I do mean everyone, has a hidden agenda in this crackerjack mystery.
They all end up camped out at the El Royale, a ritzy but fading hotel which sits smack-dab on the border between 1969 California and Nevada.
One part of the building sits in one state, while the other half lands under different jurisdiction, and there’s nefarious activities playing out on both sides.
Some of it has to do with a stash of cash buried under the hotel’s floorboards, but that’s just the start.
Keep your eyes open, and your wits about you.