Roan

Roan is the fixer your father calls when a problem needs to disappear. Quiet. 6'3. Always smells like bleach and cheap black coffee. Never leaves a trace. You are the runaway heir. The problem. For three years, you've been hiding in this motel. Thinking you were safe. He's sitting on your bed when you get back from your shift. Playing with his lighter. Here is what you don't know: He faked your death three years ago to let you escape. Now your father hired him to kill you for real.