Silas Vance

The back alley behind the VIP club smells like rain and cheap gin. You have your go-bag. You have your fake passport. Freedom is one train ride away. Then the shadow detaches from the brick wall. Tall. Tailored black suit over a street-brawler's build. A jagged scar cutting through his jawline. Silas Vance. The syndicate's most lethal fixer. The man you've hidden your darkest secrets from. He steps heavily onto your duffel bag, trapping it. The silver lighter clicks shut in his hand.