"You know…" Dinah said. "This isn't the best night for you to be smoking pot!"
"Not that it's any of your concern, D…" Jonathan growled. "But I wasn't smoking anything."
"Are you kidding me?" Dinah scoffed. "I can smell it all over you…"
"I said I didn't smoke anything!"
Dinah glared at Jonathan, her eyes as piercing as daggers.
"It was Sandy!" Jonathan finally admitted.
"WHAT?"
"I… I was with Sandy…."
"With him?"
"I… I almost killed him… I tried to strangle him to death, but I got interrupted…"
"You couldn't just wait a few more hours?"
"He needs to die! Every second that passes, he worms his way deeper and deeper into my family! You should see the way that my mother looks at him! It's disgusting! I just… I just couldn't wait…"
"Did you fuck him?"
"That's none of your damn business, D!"
"I hope that you weren't stupid enough to leave your DNA inside of him!"
"I didn't fuck him all right! Jesus Christ, I talked to him and tried to strangle him, that's all!"
Dinah raised an eyebrow. "But you wanted to fuck him…"
"Like I said, D, I got interrupted…"
"And what if within the next few hours he tells the police?"
"He won't! He's drunk! He's high! He's a fraud! He won't say one word!"
"Yeah well, you'd better hope not!"
"Even if he does, they'll just figure it's a drug-induced hallucination… He's not gonna tell, all right… If he did that would be confessing not only to fraud, but to the possession of illegal substances… Believe me… He may tell himself that's it's just harmless pot he's smoking, but that doesn't make it true! One little drug test administered by the boys in blue… He'll get thrown in jail and do you know how long somebody like Sandy would last in there? He's too weak… Too soft… Too pretty… Hell, I hope he does tell… Maybe getting his ass raped on a nightly basis is a worse fate than death… Then again, knowing Sandy, he'd probably like it… He always did like it rough… Liked it when I wrapped my hands around his pretty little throat and…"
"My God, would you just shut up?" Dinah interrupted. "I don't need to hear about Sandy's sexual proclivities, all right… I know... I've seen it with my own two eyes on more than one occasion and I do not particularly care to relive it…"
"Oh, what?" Jonathan laughed. "They used to let you watch?"
"No…" Dinah huffed. "They just never thought to lock the damn door!"
Jonathan smirked. "And you just never thought to knock…"
"Well, he's not exactly quiet either…" Dinah said. "So even when the door was locked…"
Jonathan started to laugh uncontrollably.
Dinah sighed and rolled her eyes before glancing over at the clock. "We'd better head out soon if we're going to stay on schedule…" she said.
Jonathan's expression changed, almost instantaneously, to one of all seriousness. "Did you get the voice samples?" He asked, looking Dinah straight in the eye.
"Yes…" she said. "I got the voice samples and the plane tickets… I assume that the explosives are in place…"
"Of course…" Jonathan said, patting his jacket pocket with a smirk. "And I've got my gun right here…"