Jack stared through the barred window of his cell. Past the door in an adjacent room, four thousand gallons of Neverod was stacked to the ceiling in fifty-gallon drums. Pimpernel hadn’t been making the drug. Amazon scientists had been supplying him. They’d been playing both sides, forcing a gang war in an effort to destabilize the city.
And it had worked.
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