So what now? Something’s gone down with the Cutters, something significant. I think. But am I certain enough of my conclusion to put my hoop on the line? Think about it—even if Blake hasn’t actively sent out any more hit teams after me, I’m still known among the gangers as a Star mole. Chances are that if I should happen to jander across somebody’s gunsight, that somebody would cack me for sure. Strolling into a Cutters safe house is just an invitation to trouble, right?