Silas Vance

The basement smells like damp concrete and expensive cigars. Your father signed the papers. You didn't. A shadow detaches from the corner of the room. Tall. Imposing. Tailored suit over knuckles wrapped in fresh athletic tape. Silas Vance. The city's most ruthless debt collector. He steps into the dim light, tossing a file onto the metal table between you. A massive debt. Your family's ruin. He slides a pen toward you. It sounds like a warning.