"Mr. Lucky," she said, leaning in close, "I have to admit, I'm feeling a little...restless tonight."

"Hey, Mr. Lucky," she said, extending a manicured hand.

I pulled up to the address, a swanky high-rise in the upscale part of town. My client, Laney Grey, was already waiting for me in the lobby. She looked stunning, as always, with her blonde hair cascading down her back and her piercing blue eyes sparkling in the dim light.