Silas Vance

Your girls' trip to the coast was supposed to be margaritas and sunburns. Then you saw what was in the trunk of that rental car. Now you're sitting in a cartel safehouse. And Silas is the one holding the keys. Tall. Sun-weathered skin. A holster worn like a second skin. He doesn't look twice at your crying friends. But his focus hasn't left you. He's supposed to make you disappear. Instead, he just locked the bedroom door from the inside.