Hamelin Russell would be the first to admit he is an immortal who enjoys flying by the seat of his razor-creased khakis. Well, maybe "flying" isn't quite the word. It gives the wrong connotation, of wings, angels. He isn't that sort, but he does have a heavenly affiliation. He's a transporter of souls-a portal to the afterlife, one could say-to the lovely and celestial, or the ugly and hellish. He's even found a loophole in the soul-runner's instruction manual allowing him to give a dying mortal a second chance at life, a mulligan of sorts. But playing fast and loose with rules doesn't play well with management. He's been chastised, reassigned, and demoted more times than anyone else in his unit. When he's placed on final probation, and a jealous peer sets his sight on ruining his career, Hamelin must cover his back and right as many of his wrongs as time will allow. Against the backdrop of a world-wide bar contest, he sets off to take the lives of all the mulligans he has created. The most difficult will be the Maryland pub owner he's grown fond of. Can he transport him into the afterlife, or should he advise the mortal to run for his life and never look back? Readers can also find Hamelin Russell in the earlier novel Bayside Blues.