"Sounds fuckin' hard." He can barely keep up with things on just the east side. How does this anklebiter manage to keep tabs on the entire city?

That's a mystery for another time. The current mystery is how Dodger knows about the were-thing. Ghoul gets quiet and his face goes blank as he tries to remember whether he's mentioned that before. Usually he doesn't need to. People generally smell it on him, but he'd assumed Dodger was a regular human. "Say what now?"