Fish tries the door to the Basement again. "It's locked."
"What? Are you sure?" Del reaches by him, tries the knob himself. Definitely locked. He rubs a hand down his thigh before a slow grin spreads over his face. He laughs, claps Fish on the shoulder. "Looks like we're off the hook for the weekend, Sargeant."
Fish frowns. "What are you talking about?"
"She's torturing Tick." Evil brotherly glee lights Del's dark eyes. "Wonder what's going on in there, anyway?"