Josie looked at her watch. Ten after eleven.
"It's now or never," Josie thought grimly. She looked at the guard and said, "I'd like to ask you something."
"Shoot," said the guard. "Oh, that's right. You can't shoot. They took your gun."
Josie laughed, managing, somehow, to make it sound real.
"I like a man with a sense of humor. Now, I wonder if you'd be willing to do me a favor."
"Like letting me go. If you do, I promise, I swear, I won't ever come back."
"And what's in it for me?" demanded the guard. "I mean, I'd like a little something, and you ain't got nothing you can give me."
"Yes, I do," Josie said. She took a deep breath. "Me."
"Yeah," Josie said. "And I'm really good. I mean, I'm really, really good."
The guard pretended to think it over.
"All right," he said. "You've got a deal."
"Well, then, come closer," Josie said. "I like the man to undress me." She thought, "Come on, you creep."
The guard approached. Quickly, Josie took off her shoe, and hit him over the head with all her strength. He fell to the floor. Josie
put her shoe back on, unbolted the door, and ran outside, right into Joe's arms.
"Thank God you're all right," Joe said. "Now let's get to the airplane."
"What about Gary and-" Josie began, as she and Joe started to run.
"They're all back in Bay City." Joe said.
"And Guthrie?" Josie asked, as they reached the plane.
"He's in a cell at the 2-3," Joe said. "And you are on desk duty for a month."