CHAPTER 49
I dragged myself to work wearing the darkest sunglasses I could find. They made me look like I was hung-over or a wanted criminal trying to keep a low profile. In this case, it was both.
I couldn't imagine who would try to frame me for murder. Marvin Glasser hadn't threatened me until Tuesday when he'd said, "Remember what happens next is on your head," but Leonard Small was already dead by then. Would Glasser really go that far--kill somebody and try to pin it on me just so I would drop his divorce case? It made no sense, especially considering that he had already ruined my life in some other mysterious way which was about to cost me my career. How would he even know that I had a connection to Leonard Small? Like I said to Nick, I'd never met the man. It would've made more se
