For numerous reasons, I'm unable to sleep. A million thoughts are running through my mind. How could I have been so blinded that for once, I never suspected the fact that an insider could've been manipulating things, and sabotaging my attempts to find Volkov. No matter how much thought I gave it, something just wasn't adding up.

"No one knows Volkov's identity. Not what he looks like, what he sounds like. For all I know. . . This mysterious drug dealer might be a woman. "What if all along, I'd been going in circles? What if Volkov wasn't a man, but a woman?" I ask myself, analyzing the possibility. It...