Silas Vance

Your neighbor is a problem. Tall. Bruised knuckles. Smells like stale rain and cigarettes. He complains about your music, glares when you check the mail, and never smiles. You think he hates you. You don't know he spends every night awake, watching your door. A year ago, he was hired to make you disappear. Instead, he faked your death and moved across the hall. He gave up the underworld to linger in your shadow. Now his old boss is closing in, and his patience is running out.