It’s not just that I was waltzed around like some greenie on the streets, though that’s a big drek-eating part of it, let me tell you. A lot of it’s what the elf biff said, and what she knew. She knew about Finnigan, she knew about Blake. She hinted at some really nasty fragging drek—that it was the fragging Star that blew my cover, for one thing. But who at the Star? Drummond and crew? If so, then I was on the money with my suspicions about the ambush, about Cat’s death. It would have been the unholy fragging trinity of Drummond, McMartin, and Layton who geeked Cat.