He was my man, but how would he take news like that? He had his headphones on. Who could tell if he was listening, though? “He’s not.” Hood said, “Giselle slipped him a Mickey.” Spying around the man, I looked to see if he had any morph issues going on. None. Amber complained, “Frank never should’ve pissed you off. That’s what caused it. It’s only a problem when the drug is first introduced into your system. It’ll mutate and--given a few more doses--work in synergy with your synapses.” Mutate? No thanks. No more doses for me, then. My gaze darted to Hood. He shrugged. “You’re not the first.” He didn’t care if I’d morphed like a freak? To that, he said, “It was drug-induced, we’ll forgive you this time.” So...Hood knew about the medication. That didn’t jibe with the comments about getting killed if people knew...hm. We wanted to keep the info from someone else? Someone...more scarier than Hood, with more power? Someone Hood didn’t trust? Would you shut the fuck up?
