Down on my luck doesn’t cover it. I’ve nothing and no one to help me. Kicked out of my trailer by my stripper mother and with an angry drug dealer hot on my trail—I'm outta gas and outta money. But I see my ticket out of this town in the form of a wallet, fat with cash, inside a pair of expensive designer jeans. Perfect pick pocket material. But my mark is more than I bargained for. Dark, dangerous and involved with the mob. I might’ve just jumped from the frying pan…straight into the fire.