Layton also came right out and said there’d be at least one exchange of vehicles along the way. That surprised me on a couple of levels: one, that she thought it was necessary to say, and another, that she’d even tell me, but ours is not to reason why drekcetera. Why the pickup and why the vehicle exchange? It doesn’t make any sense unless I’m hotter— much hotter—than I think or unless the penetration into the Star’s even deeper than I figured. Frag, scary. The Star’s always been the one constant in my (professional) life, the one thing I could trust and depend on when I was undercover. It rattles me that what I thought of as a solid rock foundation might actually be JelloSoy ... .