Wrong Number, Right Guy
Wrong Number, Right Guy (The Bourbon Street Boys)
At the point when a baffling instant message summons May Wexler to a biker bar in downtown New Orleans, she knows something is off-base. Her sister has conveyed a SOS, yet when May arrives, she’s mysteriously gone and May is the one in a bad position—she’s wearing pink espadrilles, she has a Chihuahua in her handbag, and she’s amidst a shootout.
After tall, solid Ozzie acts the hero, May must choose the option to tail him to wellbeing. At the central command of his private security firm, the Bourbon Street Boys, she finds an asylum for the night—and the offer of an occupation. Be that as it may, it’s not much sooner than a firearm toting stalker isn’t the main complexity in May’s life: the additional time she goes through with Ozzie, the less she can deny that they are very brave science. A wrong number got her into this wreckage… Will it likewise get her the correct person?