Henry Pearl has a monkey on his back, a collar around his throat, and a cat on his mind. Five years ago, he was a clean-cut cop on the trail of a rich rocket scientist’s kidnapped son. But the bust went bad, and Pearl dove into the nearest bottle and waited to drown.
Now the dead boy’s big sister has dragged him out of the drink by his neck, and given him a mission: Find her one-eyed, three-legged, endlessly loathsome cat, the last living thing she loves. She calls it Lucky.
Locked into a strange collar that's strangling him sober, Pearl plunges into a spine-tingling tangle of mysterious Feds, deadly Reds, weird science, and black magic. If Henry Pearl can get Lucky, he might land one last crack at the case that once cracked him.
My third, final, and most successful shot at National Novel Writing Month, Get Lucky is a kitchen-sink homage to the hard-boiled fiction of Raymond Chandler.