CHAPTER 7
I gasped. "Marvin Glasser called you?"
"No, Quinn, he wouldn't get his hands dirty, that's not how it works. One of his business associates called."
I felt a pulse throbbing in my temple. Glasser was really pissing me off, but I thought it best not to let on.
"Thanks for the heads-up, Nick D. You're not so bad after all."
"Take my advice and don't cross him, Quinn." Nick sounded genuinely concerned.
"I'll think about it. Good luck with your campaign. I might even vote for you."
"Thanks. And good luck with your stair-climbing, sounds like you need it."
I sat in my parked Mini Cooper trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I understood why no other attorney would give Nan a consultation: Marvin Glasser was a bully. Now I wanted Grace to find a totally ruthless, kic
