He nods, and there’s a strange glint in his eyes. He knows something, or thinks he knows something. About me? What does he know, or suspect? That I greased Bart and had a hand in Ranger’s departure? Or something else? The more I hang with Blake and the other higher-ups, the more I risk somebody figuring out who and what I am. But if I play it totally safe, I’ll never learn anything worth knowing. How do I strike the balance?