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you going to bust out of here? I could still pull a few strings, get some official cooperation..."
    Bolan held up his hand. "Won't work, guy. Zavlin could sniff that out in a second. It's got to be real. Don't worry about me. I've got a couple ideas. We should be out by tomorrow."
    "What about Rodeo and his bunch?"
    "I'll try to keep away from them."
    Brognola looked skeptical. "Try hard. As much as I'd like to see that scum scraped away, that kid is our first priority." They both looked over at Dodge Reed, whose hands waved animatedly, his face aged with fear, as he obviously was describing his harrowing adventures. He even pointed at Bolan, and the pretty petite girl turned and looked at him, meeting his eyes and smiling a shy thanks.
    Bolan smiled back.
    Brognola and Bolan discussed a few more details until the buzzer blared the end of visitation. Prisoners and visitors alike were herded through metal detectors, then prisoners were led aside to be bodysearched for drugs or weapons.
    Some couples clung to each other, wringing the most from their last kiss for another week. Reed and his girlfriend were one of those couples. Bolan could see the tears tracking along her cheeks and felt sorry for both of them. To his credit, Reed gave her an encouraging smile and assured her he'd be fine. Lyle Carrew and his female companion had already gone through the doors, but Bolan could still see her lingering with the crowd, watching him, making up her mind about something. By the time he and Brognola went through the door she was gone.
    "Take care," the Fed said sincerely. "And remember. He could be inside already."
    "Yeah," Bolan said. "I'll be looking for him."
    * * *
    "You ask too many questions, man."
    Bolan shrugged. "I've got a curious nature."
    "In here that could be a fatal condition," Carrew warned.
    "I simply asked who the woman was you were talking to."
    "Simple, hell. I'm trying to avoid any fallout that might come from being your cellmate. If you turn out to be a snitch, they might think I knew something about it."
    Bolan didn't bother denying anything. Carrew was too sharp to bullshit. Let him think what he wanted. Within the next two hours, with a little luck, he and Reed would be out of here. He'd worked out most of the details in his mind. The one problem: getting Reed to go along. Bolan hadn't yet explained anything to the kid. What good would it do? Even if Reed believed him, would he risk busting out of jail? Probably not. So Bolan was going to have to take him along anyway. By force.
    "Why all this interest in her, anyway?" Carrew asked.
    "She looked vaguely familiar, that's all."
    "Yeah? You think because we had a little fireside chat about my past we're buddies now? Forget it, man."
    Bolan shook his head. "I just asked her name, Carrew."
    "Funny thing," the black man said, frowning. "Because she asked yours, too."
    Bolan waited for more, but Carrew didn't offer anything. "What'd she say when you told her?"
    "Said she could be wrong, but you reminded her of someone else, someone she knew a long time ago."
    Bolan tried to think, picturing her gorgeous face, the trim body. A name hovered in the distance, out of sight. He had to stop thinking about it, concentrate on the escape. There were too many things that might go wrong for him to allow any distractions. He retied his shoelaces in double knots. There would be some running tonight.
    "Said she didn't recognize the name, though. Damon Blue."
    "I've used lots of names," Bolan said. "She think what name she knew?"
    Carrew returned his concentration on the book he was reading when Bolan interrupted him.
    Outside the cell, men milled back and forth. The cell doors were open for all the minimum security prisoners, giving them a chance to mingle before lights-out for the night.
    Bolan headed for the open cell door. "See you later, Lyle."
    Carrew looked up. "I wouldn't go out there, man. You're marked."
    "Rodeo's not minimum security. He's supposed to be locked up."
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