They brought Spider Capone in for questioning at midnight.
“Whaddaya know about the murder of Fly McGee?” They asked, shining a light in Capone’s eyes.
“I don’t know nuttin’,” said the spider.
“Don’t think you can web us up, eight eyes,” said the cops. “We’ve got silk all over the crime scene, we’ve got a fly with no head and bite marks out the wazoo, this looks like spider work through and through.”
“Yeah but I ain’t never been to the Fly Club!”
“Who said anything about the Fly Club?” said the smiling cops.
“Oh, you son of a tarantula!”
Another Friday Fictioneers story with prompt supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.