"Well?"
"The Detective was there. You're not so stupid after all."
A snap of a tongue and then, "What else did you find out?"
"It's obvious there's something going on… I did a little extra digging. They live together."
"Thought so. Little Queen Bee Blondie had that Sergeant wrapped around her finger."
"I still don't understand what peeves you about this or why-"
"You don't get to question what I want," snapped back. "That little bitch is putting her nose where it doesn't belong. Asking about the cabin? The warehouse? I'm going to teach her snooping, thinking she's got a thing on me isn't going to fly."
There was a pause, a shuffle, then, "Miss Arachne, you can't possibly tell me you're alright with this."
"Why wouldn't she be? I do enough around here to get what I want, right? And all I want is to show that little bitch-"
"Darling," a soft voice interrupted with all the power of a roar. "Is it really what you want?"
"Fuck yes," came purring back. "And it shouldn't be up for argument. We hurt her, we hurt him at the same time. Show those DA bastards and the cops that they have nothing and all they get for trying is the destruction of their own."
An exasperated sigh, "But the Sergeant-"
"You think I'm stupid enough for that?" A hearty laugh echoed. "He has to leave her alone sometimes. She can't be spreading her legs every minute of every day for that fuckwad."
"As long as you play it smart," that delicate voice slipped through the darkness. "You can have the girl."