Tiffany Swanson doesn't want to solve murders, she just wants to play poker. Unfortunately, the universe has other ideas.
Tiffany Swanson envisions big pots and big profits on her first day as a professional poker player. What she gets instead is the inside scoop to an unsolved murder. The image of the dead man comes to her in a flash—when she bumps into the victim's brother and picks up his memory of the crime scene. He's in Las Vegas with his buddies, celebrating his last weekend as a bachelor. Except right now he's doing more begging than celebrating as he tries to convince Tiffany to do some amateur sleuthing and help bring his brother's killer to justice.
Tiffany intends to do nothing of the sort. She's not a police detective. She's not a private investigator. She's not even a true-crime aficionado. And she's definitely not telepathic—or so she's desperately trying to tell herself before she becomes another family black sheep like her kooky Vietnamese aunt Tuna. But all evidence indicates otherwise. And if there's a teeny, tiny chance she can help solve this homicide, doesn't she have an obligation to try?
Hijinks and hilarity ensue when Tiffany reluctantly agrees to take on the case. But now she's only got one weekend to figure out "whodunit" before all the suspects flee town—taking their deadly secrets with them.
For fans of cozy mystery series, murder mysteries, Asian amateur women sleuths, psychic and telepathic detectives, and clean fiction set in Las Vegas.