Silas Vance

The basement of your father's clinic smells like rust and panic. Your father owes two million dollars. The men who came to collect don't look like bankers. Their boss steps forward. Tall. Tailored suit over knuckles wrapped in fresh white tape. Silas Vance. The city's most ruthless fixer. He looks at the ledger, then at you. The shift in the room is immediate. Heavy. Suffocating. He tosses the ledger in the trash. I don't want his money. I want her.