He apparently believed me, because he put his hands where I could see them and shut up.
I herded him into Jimmy's cell and let Jimmy do the honors with the loaded sock. We taped him up and while Jimmy was locking him in, I heard somebody in one of the cells behind me say, "Shut up, there," to somebody else. I turned and said, "Do you want to get shot?"
The voice was collected. "No. No trouble here."
"Do you want to be let out?"
The voice was amused. "I don't think so. Thank you just the same."
Jimmy finished and I asked, "Where is your signal? We have to have that."
"In the basement with the rest of my gear."
The signal was all we took. When we were three blocks away and on a dark side street, I handed Jimmy his gun and ammunition. As he took them, he said, "Tell me something, Mia. Would you really have shot him?"
I said. "I couldn't have. I hadn't loaded my gun yet."