We all know why you’re here but it’s too late. Your little black book is already in the district attorney’s office in Charlotte.’ He looked do...n, appearing to be in thought. ‘Why did she do it?’ ‘Do what?’ ‘Take that book.’ ‘Revenge. You beat the shit out of her.’ ‘That bitch has got to pay for what she did?’ ‘Don’t you have to pay for assaulting her? She still had bruises a week later.’ ‘She went through that book. I should have killed her on the spot.’ As I held the gun to his head, I called. Name’s Patrick Lannit.” Patrick stuck out his hand. This sort of introduction really was out of character. It felt good. A welcome change.“Mark and Donna Farmer.” Mark shook Patrick’s hand with a dry, firm grip, pumping up and down. When he was done, Donna offered her hand with a gentle but crisp shake. Mark leaned in like they were friendly conspirators. “Tell us about it, kid.”Patrick told them that he’d seen the blue streak in the sky and felt the earthquake. That he’d noticed strange. Look at Ronnie Biggs. They had got him out and he had spent over thirty years living in Brazil, and they could do the same for Patrick. Jerry lay there in the sun. Tonight he was going to phone up Davy and tell him that if he was serious about it he was going to sign up and help on the escape. After all he owed the last six months to Patrick and getting him out of prison would be his way of paying him back. That and he was always up for an adventure. * Snake sat with his feet up on the coffee. Too crowded, too noisy, too smoky... it wasn't going to be worth it just for $10 table dances. On the way back to my hotel a small building caught my eye with the sign "Gentlemen's Dance Partners". I figured I could spare five minutes to check out the place. When I went in there was a latina hostess in an enclosed foyer and a sign -- $10 entry, $20 per hour to the house for the ladies' time and a tip of at least that much for the lady. The music from behind the closed door sounded okay, so I.