Theoretically, nobody in Seattle knows who and what I really am. That’s the idea, at least. That’s why the Star had me transferred out west from Milwaukee. Except for my direct controls and various cut-outs within the Star—and their lovers and confidants and anybody else they happened to shoot their mouths off to—everybody in Seattle knows me solely as Rick Larson, gang-banger extraordinaire, Cutters soldier, and member of Blake’s Praetorian guard.