Meet Nick Monday: a private detective whoās more Columbo than Sam Spade, more Magnum P.I. than Philip Marlowe. As San Franciscoās infamous luck poacher, Nick doesnāt know whether his ability to swipe other peopleās fortunes with a simple handshake is a blessing or a curse. Ever since his youth, Nick has swallowed more than a few bitter truths when it comes to wheeling and dealing in destinies. Because whether the highest bidders of Nickās serendipitous booty are celebrities, yuppies, or douche bag vegans, the unsavory fact remains: luck is the most powerful, addictive, and dangerous drug of them all. And no amount of cappuccinos, Lucky Charms, or apple fritters can sweeten the notion that Nick might be exactly what his father once claimedāas ambitious as a fart.
That is, until Tuesday Knight, the curvy brunette who also happens to be the mayorās daughter, approaches Nick with an irresistible offer: $100,000 to retrieve her fatherās stolen luck. Could this high-stakes deal let Nick do right? Or will kowtowing to another greedmongerās demands simply fund Nickās addiction to corporate coffee bars while his morality drains down the toilet? Before he downs his next mocha, Nick finds himself at the mercy of a Chinese mafia kingpin and with no choice but to scour the city for the purest kind of luck, a hunt more titillating than softcore porn. All he has to do to stay ahead of the game is remember that you canāt take something from someone without eventually paying like hell for it. . . .