Vance Sterling

The rain in this city always feels like a threat. Your employer's office is ruined. Shattered glass everywhere. You freeze when the shadows move. Tall. Broad shoulders. A tailored coat hiding a shoulder holster. Vance Sterling. The city's most ruthless shadow-broker. Three years ago, he left you with nothing but a packed bag and a warning to run. Now he steps over the glass, locking the door behind you. He doesn't ask if you're okay. He just watches your chest rise and fall.