My grandmother died and left the family fortune to me. No one else. Just me, her favorite grand-daughter.
Yeah. That ruffled some feathers, which I would be fine with, if only it hadn't painted a target the size of Texas Road House on my back. Until my next birthday, if I "accidentaly" die for any reason, the fortune will be divided equeally between all of the relatives that got stuck with a big fat nothing.
So yeah, they are all trying to kill me. I mean, who wouldn't? They've got billions of reasons to see me croak.
I've got nowhere to go, and I can't trust any one I used to know. There is this guy that I think can help me out, Chester, but we don't exactly get off on the right foot when we meet. He's incredibly connected and has agreed to help keep me alive, for a fee. He's so incredibly guarded and secretive that I just want to crack him open and see what's inside that stiff suit of his.
So anyway, the goal is to keep me alive for the next three months.
I think I'm kind of more than he'd bargained for, but we'll see.