"So he did." To Cog, Sam was a stranger, possibly a corporate plant or just a hustler peddling a sharp deal. The fixer wanted to verify the material, but he offered no surety. Trust could only be built on trust, and someone had to take the first step. Sam didn’t want to trust a faceless voice, but his need outweighed caution. He put the chip case and the cards on the floor and slid them under the chair. "Now what?"