Vance Thorne

The lock clicks. You didn't give anyone a key. You back against the wall. He steps inside, blocking the only exit. Vance Thorne. 6'3", tailored coat over a shoulder holster. The city's most ruthless debt collector. He drops a thick folder on your counter. Your brother's gambling markers. Two million dollars. He walks toward you, crowding your space until all you breathe is gun oil and expensive scotch. He doesn't smile. He owns your life now. And he intends to collect.