A Brooklyn family of smalltime crooks faces big trouble when a bag of money goes missing in this "electric, surprising, and tightly plotted" thriller debut (Adrienne Westenfeld, Esquire).
Shecky Keenan is an old Brooklyn money launderer. And while he's determined to keep his niece Kerasha and nephew Henry safe, he's not above putting their talents to use. Volatile but tenderhearted Henry is his bagman. Kerasha—once the infamous child-thief of Bushwick—is still learning the trade, but her quick mind and quicker fingers are already proving valuable.
It's almost wholesome—until the family comes under fire. Bank accounts are closing unexpectedly, a strange car has been parked near the house at odd hours, and Emil Scott, a rising art star and the family's new runner, is missing . . . along with the $250,000 of dirty money he was carrying.
Someone will be coming for that missing money. And the family's trust is wearing thin. A former investigative analyst for New York law enforcement, Brian Selfon unspools a tale of crime and consequence through shifting perspectives across the streets, alleys, bodegas, and art studios of Brooklyn.
"A gripping, big-hearted thriller . . . whip-smart and surprisingly funny." —Harlan Coben
