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A promise of “no drama and no heists” never stood a chance.

When Lucky O’Shea swears to Darlyn that their day at Punaluʻu Beach will be quiet, he means it. No schemes. No trouble. Absolutely no heists.
But the island has other plans.

A rotten leather pouch rises out of the sand, carrying a hand-drawn map—and the second Lucky touches it, old debts and older enemies wake up. Mainland toughs in rental Jeeps start circling. Locals talk about “the eighties” in voices too low to be comforting. And Officer Keani is suddenly collecting evidence that smells like pennies, lava tubes, and danger.

This map doesn’t lead to treasure. It leads to ledgers, black-sand secrets, and buried leverage powerful enough to pull in smugglers, politicians, and men who think heritage means ownership.
Lucky just wants to keep Darlyn, young Isac, and his battered van alive.

What follows is a sharp, character-driven comedy-thriller packed with moon-tide stakeouts, drone chases, lava-tube mysteries, disastrous negotiations, and more than one improvised coconut defense. To survive, Lucky must attempt the one thing he’s never managed in his entire life: be boring.

But when fortune arrives disguised as disaster, even “boring” can turn into the smartest heist of all.

Perfect for readers who love tropical noir, quirky thrillers, fast pacing, misfit heroes, and stories where heart and humor collide with high-stakes danger.