VINCE HOLLOWAY
Vince Holloway was a middleman—the kind of man who knew people, knew secrets, and knew how to make problems disappear before they became wars. He operated in the spaces between the powerful, connecting buyers with sellers, brokering deals that couldn't happen in daylight, and taking his cut from both sides with the quiet efficiency of a man who understood that discretion was worth more than gold.
He wasn't anyone's friend, but he wasn't anyone's enemy either. He was useful. Connected. Reliable. The kind of man who kept the machinery of the Vegas underworld running smoothly. And then one morning, he turned up dead on Nicky Marino's doorstep with four aces clutched in his cold hand and a bullet hole where his future used to be—a message from someone who wanted the whole city to know that the game had changed.