WORKING-CLASS NOIR

A parking valet scraping the bottom of a city that's forgotten he exists. A luxury car that costs more than his life. One small, stupid mistake on a rain-slicked night — the kind of mistake that should have meant a write-up and a docked paycheck.

It doesn't mean that.

What Eddie Malone finds when he opens that trunk will give him exactly ten minutes to decide what kind of man he is. The clock is running. The city is watching. And the wrong people are finishing their dessert.