Sean Gittes is a nobody who wants to be a somebody — another palooka living in an illegal basement apartment on the fringes of the City, with no future and only his mentally challenged brother, John, for company. A low-rent bagman for the mob, he is as disposable as the envelopes he delivers: disenfranchised, demoralized, and devalued.

When a crooked precinct chief is assassinated, Sean, one of the lone survivors of the resulting power vacuum, stumbles across The Number, a whispered string of digits rumored to unlock a king’s ransom, known only to the top echelon of the Russian mob… until the man who knew it was killed in the raid.

Now Sean is the only person alive holding what criminal royalty believes are the keys to the castle. The Russians want it. The Italians want it. Everyone wants it, and Sean is the only man who has it. For the first time in his life he isn’t irrelevant… he’s a target: a bounty with legs, with an even bigger bounty in his head, one everyone will kill for without hesitation.

Hoping to learn how to cash in before he gets clipped, Sean falls in with Mickey Kessler, a legendary high-line thief who is more con man than confidante. Mickey schools him in the criminal layout, while quietly steering him toward the true prize behind the digits.

That “treasure” turns out to be a near-suicidal heist: Inside a money-laundering Russian bank hidden in plain sight across the street from a police precinct. And when Mickey’s crew kidnaps Sean’s brother to guarantee his cooperation, the score turns from blind ambition to immediate survival.

His pseudo-girlfriend, Natasha, urges him to run, disappear, at least he'd still be alive, but Sean is done being a nobody. He wants to jump the line, go from no-shot to big-shot, taking the fast lane from point A to point B.

With a new precinct chief about to be sworn in and the window for the heist closing fast, Sean must decide whether he can navigate the low road between cops, crooks, and his own conscience. Because if he slips even once…his number’s up.