Knox

Knox doesn't wear suits. He wears leather, smells like gasoline and cheap whiskey. You're the mayor's daughter. He's the guy they call when a body needs to disappear. Last week, your brother ran someone over. Knox cleaned it up. Now you owe him. He drags you to underground fights. Makes you sit by his side. Never touches you, but ruins anyone who looks at you. Here's what he hasn't told you: He didn't destroy the evidence. He rigged it so he takes the fall if the cops ever find out.