A big, bad gambling debt, a politician who's more interested in having lunch than running the country, and a drug lord's hired assassin who can kill with a dessert spoon—Lukas Boston's "simple job" turns as sour as the pork meatballs on Senator Greg Ramsford's dinner menu, and somehow Lukas is to blame. His new neighbour is irresistibly gorgeous, but her dead boyfriend is the jealous type. Lukas gets involved in a toxic mix of illegal casinos and high government. Failure isn’t an option that will keep Lukas alive and his criminal client prefers progress reports written in blood. But lethal cutlery and unhappy ghosts are all in a day’s work for Lukas. It’s losing his favourite parking space that’s really annoying.