VIIIT WAS CATHY WHO HAD to sit down at that point. She shook her head. "I was afraid of that. Something my great-grandfather had to survive."
I found another seat and dragged it over. "Your great-grandfather was encased in cement?"
Cathy looked up at me, and took my hand. "Sorry, I spoke out of turn. But I guess it's a good as time as any to tell you. Ever heard of the Lazurai Project?"
I shook my head no.
"How about that terrorist bombing of a Cook County civilian hospital about 50 years ago?"
"Dirty bomb with chem warfare agents. Killed everyone. Huge tragedy."
"Everyone except the babies. But they were changed by the chemicals and radiation. They became toxic to everyone they touched. And as they grew older, the chance of contagion grew, so that even being in a hazmat suit wouldn'
