"I have your first target here," June said, switching on the surveillance footage. "Sonny Stone, Camullus' Attorney General." She and Fox sat back to watch. A besuited, mustachioed man berated a woman kneeling before him.
"Shut up, bitch. You're so ugly when you get like this. I hate what you're doing. You're an idiot. You're stupid. You're worthless. You're nothing."
"Do you want know how I really feel about you? I wish you were dead. I wish I never met you. I wish you'd never fucking been born. You should kill yourself so nobody ever has to look at you again. You should've been an abortion."
"The worst day of my life was the day I met you. You've ruined every second that we've been together. You are unlovable and you do not know how to love."
"I should kill you and do the world a favor."
"Are you fucking serious? Do you want me to fuck you? Seriously? I don't fucking think so. Just fucking touch yourself. Go ahead. Play with your tits. I don't care. I do not care. I promise you. I do not give a shit."
"I'm not a nice person. I'm not here to put up with your bullshit. OK, fine OK, fine. Stick your hand down your pants. Does that help you? God. You're unbelievable."
"What do you want me to do? Kiss you? Don't make me sick. Why don't you suck my fucking dick and then we'll see."
"OK, lick the shaft. Put your tongue around the head. Look me in the eyes. Dammit, why don't you listen to me? That's right, you bitch. Look me in the fucking eyes. I'm doing you a favor here."
Fox muted the footage and June looked at him, sharply. "How much of this shit am I going to have to listen to?" Fox asked June. "So Sonny Stone likes to play S & M games. You might embarrass him if you leak this tape, but it's not really going to bring him down."
"There's more than that here, Fox. Sonny Stone isn't just the Chester Camullus' Attorney General, and he's not just a guy who likes S&M. Stone's a powerful psychic talent who can bend people to his will. Particularly, women, particularly, the wives of his subordinates and associates. That's not a random woman on the tape. That's Agent Robin Bearshak's wife, November."
"Holy shit." Fox sat back. "What's that little prick have on her?"
"Nothing that we can determine. He must have exerted his telepathic influence to get her there, and now that she's his, he's enjoying himself and keeping her there with guilt and shame. Also, everything is recorded, so if Bearshak ever wants to go against Stone ..."
Fox shook his head. "OK. How about I go over there, rip his dick off, and choke him to death with it? That should take care of the problem."