Chapter 3

He shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. Should I?”

“His name was Duane Fong. Two years ago, he was hired as a freelance security expert for a money management firm in New York in an attempt to shore up their computer defenses in the economic downturn. He did his job, got a glowing recommendation, then went on to the next company. Nobody suspected any kind of foul play until a couple months ago when one of the firms had a crash and we got called in to help investigate what was going on. That’s when we discovered the various worms Fong had left behind.”

“I thought you said this was about a murder investigation.”

“It is. Fong’s dead. We found his body this afternoon.”

Jarrett waited for further clarification, but neither man offered any. “So…what does this have to do with me?” He didn’t have to feign his confusion. Other than the comic strip, this entire story could have happened on another planet, outside of his entire sphere of influence.