'No, I don't know him. Never even talked to him,' Dr. Lucy May admitted. 'Sorry.'
Jack shrugged defeatedly. 'Forget it,' he said. And so should I.
'But Lucy, how come you got involved with all this?' Ava persisted.
Lucy busied herself spreading cream cheese on another bagel. 'My husband. He was a brilliant man, a top surgeon. Some werewolf rich bitch in the Packing District wanted him for a mate, so one night he was turned.' She gave a short, humorless laugh. 'Perhaps that's why werewolves don't scare me. The dark mystique of a creature of legend kinda lessens when you have to wash his underpants each week.'
'What happened?' Jack asked quietly.
