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his expression neutral, Matty was watching him. He turned a profile to the Hazzards. |
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"Lexington, west side. He's at the General now." |
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"That's six, seven miles away. How do you know they're related?" |
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"Same symptomshirsutism, night vision, rage. All of it," Larry said. "Like the Hazzard boy, he was a nice kidfriendly, no record of problems, played soccer, sang in the church choir, your basic kid. Then in a couple weeks . . . It's like the start of an epidemic of lycanthropy, for God's sake . . . All it takes is a few micrograms to insult the system." |
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Tojian turned his back to the Hazzards. |
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"There's something else," Rosenblum said, his voice edged. "From Mount Auburn and Beth Israel. Some real bad deliveries, Mitch. I mean, they're talking about genetic monsters." |
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"I thought we caught it, I thought it didn't seep through . . ." |
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"We did. It's not in the water. It's apparently communicated through the air." |
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"What?" Tojian looked around. From across the hall Matty was staring at him. |
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"The stuff's seeped to the surface and into the grass and trees. It's spreading through water vapor in the atmosphere." Rosenblum said. "It's airborne, Mitch. It's contracted by breathing" |
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"Breathing?" Mitch closed his eyes. |
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When he opened them again, Matty was still glaring at him, but now with a grin as deep as night. |
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