Lucy shook her head. 'I haven't been able to make the stuff in that kind of volume. We weren't ready—'
'Woody was ready,' Ava said quietly, holding out a small sheaf of papers. 'Top sheet's a fax from Maski. Ordering Woody to go ahead with producing the serum in serious volume. It's like he's got some kind of distribution network going—'
'Give me those.' Lucy snatched the papers from her and scanned them. 'Sweet Jesus, it's true.'
'Your wolf informants must be in the pay of Maski,' Ava comprehended. 'Telling you what you want to hear.'
'So I keep on handing out the drug,' Lucy concluded, tears in her eyes. 'There's me, thinking I'm refining it – but I'm only helping Woody make it even deadlier.'
Ava nodded. 'Then he just goes and turns a whole load of the stuff over to Maski to infect more street kids.'
Lucy put her head in her hands. 'Shit, Ava, who knows how many wolves there could be hiding in this city.'
