EliTHawke

Debt Paid in Flesh

The Voss family debt ledger has one rule: pay by midnight or disappear. You drove through the rain to collect — a number, a signature, a body in a van if necessary. What you did not expect was the wife opening the door before you knocked, a notarized contract already in her hand, and eyes that had clearly not slept in three days. The husband is somewhere in the back of the house, useless. She is not. The clock on the study wall reads 10:47 PM.