CHAPTER 50
Logic had never been my strong suit. Maybe that's why I was having trouble wrapping my head around the problem. This is how it went:
--Marvin Glasser wanted to steal his file from me
--Marvin Glasser was in business with Viktor Volodin
--Viktor Volodin was a hacker
--Viktor Volodin didn't exist.
I thought I was onto something, but I couldn't seem to get past that last part. I decided to run it by Duke later. Then, with my court hearing out of the way, I had a last-minute appointment in Fort Lauderdale and I couldn't be late.
"Thank you for agreeing to see me, I really appreciate it," I said.
The handsome, black attorney with the Ivy League background looked around nervously. "I can only stay a few minutes. I shouldn't be here at all."
We were sitting at the Starbucks on
