Max chances it with Walter.

"To hell with it", Max told herself as the squad car pulled up next to her.

The window rolled down.

"Max. s'prized to of hear from you. Banging I gave you was that god huh", Walter said with a smirk.

"Don't get flattered Walter. I need to talk to you?"

"?Bout Simmons."

Walter shot her an uninterested stare, "No secrete that Simmons is a loose wire ya know, does things tha'd make the other dirty cops down at the precinct stop and think. But nobodies gonna cross him. He got his hand in the right cookie jars Max?"

"Shit there's even a rumor he got the chief of police in his pocket."

"When I saw him in your room that day I knew you were in the shit. He got you to fuck him in the interrogation room. They say you're the one who decked him you know."

"Look Walter!"

"You gonna go on rambling or can you help me?"

"Relax Max, I'm sure we can come to some arrangement", Walter said looking her up and down.

"Sex."

"Is that all you men think about?"