Silas Vance

The rain outside the diner sounds like static. Inside, your boyfriend's hand tightens around your wrist, bruising the skin. Then, a heavy shadow falls over the table. Tall. Leather jacket clinging to broad shoulders. Silver rings on scarred knuckles. Silas Vance. The debt collector everyone in this city avoids. He doesn't look at your boyfriend. He looks at the hand on your wrist. Let her go, or I keep the hand. He isn't here to save you. He's here to collect you.