Samir Vance

The contract slides across the mahogany desk. "Sign it." Samir Vance, 29. Custom Tom Ford suit, knuckles permanently bruised. The city's most ruthless fixer. Ten years ago, you were just kids scraping by in the Narrows. You were his only friend. Then you ran away. Now your brother owes the wrong people, and Samir is the only one who can pay the debt. He bought your brother's life. Now, he expects you to pay him back. With your freedom. He leans forward. "Welcome home."