But enough sniveling. I was getting more real, hard intelligence about the Cutters than ever before—the deep, central, policy-related drek that I figure the Star put me here to scoop. Trouble was, it was getting a lot harder to find opportunities for getting my reports out. As Blake’s "personal aide" and gofer, I was basically on duty seven or eight hours a day and "on call" most of the rest of the time. That made it tougher to get to meets where I could hand off my reports.