By no means would it be the first thing Leroy’s sold that didn’t exist, but this one does exist—at least if you believe the plethora of stories about it that he’s planted in multiple publications over more than a quarter of a century.
Which means he’s effectively created a market for it with dozens of ready-made marks. Brilliant! Now’s the time to cash in—only he has no money to finance the scam.
Enter his criminally gifted daughter Dani, who’s flush with ill-gotten cash. The only trouble is, she wants to run the con herself. And nothing’s more fun to watch than a dysfunctional family misbehaving.
Except perhaps watching a brilliant scheme fall apart, only to be reconstructed infinitely more elaborately, like an intricate art object. Which of course it is.
The fun here is first in the game—watching the crime team come together, finding the mark, constructing the scam, building it back from scratch, improvising every minute to pull it off—and finally in the characters. Readers will fall for grumpy, 80-something, fedora-wearing Leroy, and glamorous, competent, wannabe bad girl Dani, who’s good at just about everything except developing a heart of stone.