Except that one of then said straight off: "We'll get her, then." She was talking from a payphone near traffic. You could hear it roar and hum.
There was a silence and the other woman said: "You mean what I think you mean?"
The other one sniffed. "You know what I mean. We talked enough about it."
"She IS such a bitch." the other one agreed. A baby was screaming. She told it to shut up, then she said. "He'll stop us doing it. He's not up for that sort of thing."
"Him? Won't be anything he can do. When she's dead."
Pru slammed the phone down. What does she do now? Stef says: nothing, you don't know who they are, who they're talking about.
It was the noise that got her. It was just the noise of humming traffic, but at first it sounded like voices, thousands of them, singing. In hell.