Much as I hate to think about it, I’ve got to admit that the most likely reason someone tried to scrag me is that my cover’s been blown. Quickly, I run through my activities of the last days and weeks. I’ve done nothing, said nothing any different from things I’d done/said plenty of times before. If those things didn’t frag my cover then, why now? The only thing that makes any sense is that Mr. Nemo finally figured out who I was and where he’d seen me, drew a few painfully accurate conclusions, and dumped the whole mess into Blake’s lap.