In the world of con men and grifters, it’s the “Outsideman”
who lures the unsuspecting victim into the scam. He’s
the one with the pretty face, the one who gets the Mark to trust
him, the pointman for an honorably dishonorable profession.
The Outsideman is the first face the Mark gets to know, the
first face the Mark comes to trust, and the first face the Mark
goes looking for when things go wrong. For Vegas Jackman, a
young and inexperienced con man, things go wrong… a lot.
Cocky, with a bit of flash, the young grifter finds himself
on the run after yet another con goes bad. High-tailing it out
of St. Louis, Vegas seeks the help of his father, an expert
in the art of the Big Con. But things go from bad to worse when
his father is killed by Victor Lucien, the ruthless mob boss
who rules Kansas City with a blood-soaked iron fist. Now, the
game has gotten personal, and Vegas wants to get revenge the
only way he knows how – by completing the con his father
never got to finish.
But Vegas can’t do it alone. He needs help, and the only
kind he can find is from Conrad Coleman, his father’s
washed-up, over-the-hill former partner in crime. The two men
have their work cut out for them. Between a cold-blooded hit
man, a beautiful femme fatale, an obsessive-compulsive gangster,
a libertarian police chief, a homicidal drug dealer having a
bad hair day, and the cold, calculating ruthlessness of Vegas’s
wily mark, things are going to be far from easy.
Amongst plots and counterplots, double-crosses and betrayals,
the con men and the mark are not as easy to discern as they
are at a poker table. In the end, the odds may favor the house,
but the Outsideman could take home the jackpot.